Poetry Nook

#Women

Forget what I was talking about Forget that it meant something Only remember That am a woman My voice, unimportant Choked Words half chewed Half spat upon Veiled tears Absorbed by the dry heat Of the arid skies You could sing a lurid song As I try and cover myself bit…
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#Dictionary

There is a dictionary Of impossible words Which I seldom use Yet, I keep it safe Nearby Everytime I hear Words from distant places Alien To my telluric ears I look up word by word Page by page Mostly the meaning That is lost in translation Sometimes sighs of my mother As she…
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#Uncouth

I may have inherited My mother’s stubborn spine That which doesn’t bend Not an inch And although I inherited her fire Yet, her words are measured As mine are uncouth I broke away from the sugars And the taste of bitter almond Lingers, long after a kiss Subtle…
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#Musings

World of every “Her” from Ocean of the experience From the day she is born, the laugh she shares, the love she is sculpting with immense care for the world, she doesn’t know about, the world where trust, care, emotions, loyalty are just weapons, Stepping…
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#Musings

The frigid water had long back, taken away any sensation that her body would have tried to feel. The legs paddled away below the surface, as a duck’s would. Muscle memory that comes from being an Olympic synchronised swimmer. In the middle of the Pacific, 25 nautical miles…
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#Me

I am not perfect, I will never be But I am just my own self There is no one, quite like me I have freckles and brownish hair I have never been too pretty nor too fair Yet all I know in heart is this My weathered heart seldom selfish All my life, I hid my scars To please the…
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#Sunshine

Often the sunshine you seek, Is made up of broken places… Broken places that let the sun in… And you play in the sunshine, Believing it to be your own… From the corners of a closed window, From the creeks of a locked door, Sun creeps in…
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#Book

Sometimes, my words get all muffled up So this time, I leave a book at your door I have earmarked the pages I have fallen in love with The words that have Mingled with my soul The sentences that pause Just when you want them to And I hope you read it On a drenched rainy…
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#Losing me

Losing touch With sanity Scribbling with my nails On walls, closed windows Gasping for breath The air around, stale Knocking on my own door Its locked, a bird screams I am cobwebbed Between blue oceans Never thought I would be your burden Yet folded up in a wheelchair I sit…
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My Stranger

Deep in the dark woods, Wandering through the stillness I heard the treading of heavy boots And shrieked out in fear. The friendly stranger laughed aloud, I breathlessly gaped at the Señor, “You’re that wanderer, He, who’s rumoured to be a…