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Sign Posts
No matter what direction I take in my life I always come to this center. This anchor. This cornerstone. Over the years no matter how far I feel I have wandered from my core I am reminded that, though it may not seem like it, but I am on the path I am supposed to…
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Liquid of Life
This rage that runs In my veins like Pristine liquid of heavenCan burn through theVoices of angels choirBut it waters the bloomsIn the darkness of myHeart that nurses theSavage slashes of painThat nests in my bones.It warms the cold floorOf my self worth thatBrittles up like leavesIn the snarky winter ..An act of rebellion ofTheir…
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Waiting
You say patience I ask- but what aboutNow – that is hereI want to wait .. u Know forever and Erode my being inThe process ofThis patience uSpeak about ..But my life livesIn the now & this iLearnt painfully.Sometimes I regretBeing so late for My own party.. butI made it somehowAnd that’s enough. So when…
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The tree, Me & Summer
Heavy like the moistureIn the air on a summerEvening, my heart looksTo the lonely tall tree.Against the setting sunIt looks forlorn, piningMade worse by the colorsCast across the sky byThe burning ball who isSet on leaving it all behind.As the heat abates, ISense the chill on mySkin and hold myself -And feel sad for the…
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Sound of Her Silence
What words canFill the silence leftBehind by she whoSpoke with it.What verse can Compare to theSoft solace of herDeep presence?Or the fact of her Wounding absenceWhat prose do I Weave for her whoSpoke to meWithout speaking..Maybe that’s why I loose letters &Fumble to say allI want to say .. to her, about her,For her. WordsMeant…
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Tick Tock, F%#* The Clock
Each day I push throughA pile of todos, must dos Should dos, could dos All I see is the undone dos Wake up, fight the fightSleep, wake up, repeat.Yes I am obsessed for iFear am loosing time &Maybe I am also loosingMy mind. For to sit stillIs a to do I just cannotGet done. I…
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My Unraveling Life
am a 41 year old, single woman, living in India. My life is privileged. I had parents that raised me in a middle class environment, gave me an education that helped me find a job. I have made good of these opportunities graced on me. I have a life that is not bad at all.…
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Lego Pieces
His memories areLego pieces scatteredOn the floor of me life..No map, no instructions I have no clue how this Puzzle fits and it’s the Hardest one thus far Of my entire life. I can’tGive it up like smoking& trying to solve it is Exhausting like a toxic Old friendship..thus goesA never ending loop of days.Today…
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Wild Beasts & The Lass
I wander the world &Arrive at the door. AsI walk in I am greeted, By wild beasts with big eyes and RoyalBronze skin that shinesLike the setting sun inThe horizon on a happyWinter evening. And IAm crying tears of joy .. For between them standsA girl happy as a clam – Her I have searched…
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The Shape Of Love
Love, a word most used.. Everywhere, by all, oftenA cloud of opinions trail itLike a train of a brideWalking down the aisle.. But lately, to me, it isn’tA Word. I see it in variousShapes, forms, acts ..The dog jumping into my Bed to wake me in the morningNeighbors kid running to hisDad returning from work,…
Sowmya Hiremat
I Am Yet To Find All Of Me.
Sowmya Hiremat 