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My Blue Maiden
Like the golden cloud puffOn a winter evening I am Soaked in the sunset huesI look down on the blue dotAnd wonder about her life This beauty far belowEnchanting, enticing, enamoringMy urge to reach for her growsAnd takes a life of its own..On which I have no controlThen I am pushed beyond myShape & form…
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House On The Hill
No. It’s enough. All this noise that comes in. From the world. From the people. From the places. From the point of views. No is what I say to it. Not no to listening. Not no to holding peace. Or to giveit a thought. But NO to let it change the very core of what…
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Sea of Words
I wade into the water Full of words, feeling itCold against my skin.So many of them likeSalmons in the riverRushing to the sea ..Like a hungry bear I Find a promising spotTo catch them for I amStarved after a long Winter. So I stand andWait. For I must eat. Writing suddenly feelsLike murder & I…
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Angels Speaking
Oh little one you have no clueHow much you are loved, dotedThe army that stands in waiting For your one flick of an eye The light in hiding ready to shineWith just one sigh of your being. Oblivious that all your moments areWatched, well laid & wonderfulYou were made with at most care,With pure intention…
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My Fascination With Fairytales
I love stories with pictures. I think that’s how I got hooked to books. N then movies. Everything I read and watched had stories. Mum says from the age of 2 I would watch wide eyed at the pictures in the news paper. Later my grammy told me stories from mythology and took me to…
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A Nomad’s Tale
In 2019, on this day I had landed in Oslo, Norway to meet my best friend for the third leg of my 8 country impromptu marathon travel. By this time I had left India, been in Dubai a day, 3 days in Copenhagen, flew to Iceland, just finished my road trip around the Iceland with…
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WADDLING WORDS
Waddling Words – My first book. A labor of love. An ode to my Fire Bird. An attempt to do my bit, for animals, for I love them all so much. It is out. It is my tribute to my beloved horse Jasmine Sky who passed in the end of 2021. I dint know how…
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The End, The Beginning & The Space In-Between
2023 would be a year beyond belief. I had a feeling of this even before 2022 started. And just like my premonition not even a week into the year two extreme life events have come to pass… each on the opposite end of the emotional spectrum. One extremely heart breaking and the other extremely ecstatic.…
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Stardust
I have come a long way. So far from where I started the memories are fading. But I know how it feels in my body..all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the magic, the myth, the epic. 2022 was dark.. but that’s why I saw what I was made of … STARDUST. That’s…
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The Gift
The soft stories ofGentle connections Is a mystery to meHow they are soCalm even in anger Or composed inSadness is quantumPhysics to me.I know broken vasesCracks in the wallDeafening silenceAnxious fear & scarringScreaming. All contactsAre warfare where youFight to be safe n waitFor the storm when itHas gotten quietSoft laughter & lovingConversations at dinnerGentle tucking…
Sowmya Hiremat
I Am Yet To Find All Of Me.
Sowmya Hiremat 