Take me where the demons liveI want to learn how they kill love Peace lies cold in a graveyard farIt wonders what the soldiers died for There’s power, greed, a hunger fierceThey turn all good into a stupid farce I stand alive and thinking, but I stand aloneLet them destroy everything, then align W3 Prompt … Continue reading Out in the cold
comeagainwherelove wasbetween us-sacredpureuntouchedunselfishmutual strengthwordlesslywe dweltinmomentsof silenceyou leftusalone,Love W3 Prompt #158
stars come aliveon a clear skybut my skin still burns(ineffective sunscreen)longs for soothing lotionsglycerine, rosewater and limebefore I dream of rainy daysand cloudy skies moon on its daily sojourninternalizes changecontrols the tideswhile I roll on white sheetsrestless, awake…go skinny-dippingon sultry nightsunder the stars W3 Prompt #157
Tearing hurryRebel instinctsAspirations galoreNeanderthals emergeSustainable changeFights fads and frenzyOn logical groundsRespond, reason, repeat … duckMaelstroms that suck you inAnnoying oppositionTilted axisInvitations to spinObjectivity winsNot a battle, but a war W3 Prompt #156
the walls were stunnedto see the roof fall silentand the ground movingunder patriarchal feet My grandmotherrecently widowedspoke…“I was never happy with him.”-thirteen days of ritualsnot yet overbut a truth spokenamidst the encomiumsbeing showered by mournerson the one that migrated the daughters-in-law contradicted“He always supported her.”In conflicts with other women?Yes, he stood by his wife…but imposed … Continue reading Death of a Patriarch
The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me. Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands. My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life. The stoic … Continue reading Fragility Haunts
This is the place that I once ownedTook pride in idiosyncrasies and quirksThis is where my first joint was rolledYes, it was a place I lived and worked. I knew not when someone wrote a protocolI was expected to work; play to the roleA workplace is not as relaxed as the campusWhen the collar gets … Continue reading Crack the code
What could have been and what isstories that reverberate through my spineunstabbed back, but the dagger can striketo change my shape forever I look forward to some, but am terrified ofdrums; that invisible pen which writes my fatesprinkles ink on my budding bloomsgarden of hope; on the tentacles of a storm Anticipation - the monster … Continue reading Anticipation
ALMOST dreams fulfilledcelebrationsin the airexplosionsround the corner, firecrackersand then - a close brush someone saysart imitates lifelife denies… The above poem is a broken Shadorma for W3 Prompt #151 Image credit: Photography by Hanan Mamoun INTERPRETATION Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Pexels.com hope springsin the form ofbright blooms to capture heartscherry blossoms last weeksthe tree … Continue reading Life
breaking unity of the bricks to let a few secrets outwindows challenge closed doors and frozen thoughtswelcome the wind, let in the clouds and rainI stand drenched in myths, tales beyond my reachNot knowing how to weave so much opennessInto a story; I deny entry to truth and shut the window. W3 Prompt dVerse - … Continue reading So much openness
