Tag: #despair
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Swords & Flowers

It’s been a long walk To the house softness. I sulk, balk and talk.. Of extreme-unfairness To the sharp edges..Swords are safe hedgesFlowers are lethal truthSo strange, yet smoothI see the real form nowAs the veil lifts like a doveStill love the sword more Sheathed now by flower door
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Birthing One-Self

I am the good girl thatShunned her shadow &Was forced to kiss them!They tasted of pain & Grief & loss & hate & shame.It was my own AuschwitzWithin, desperate to holdOn to hope amidst theInvisible, internal torture ofThe Dark soul of the night.When I had learnt to cradleMy two year old wee self I was…
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Black & Gold

Like a volcano I can blow upIncinerating this earthSuch is the force withinBut a fine balance swingsBy the grace of divineOf this I am sure.In this intense heat,As I cook .. I keep tryingTo learn the art of notAsking how much longerDo I have to stay andWhen can I leave.As I sit silent & solemnIn…
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Death On A Pale Horse

Like Hades with scepterGalloping a pale horseIt moves under my skinThis itch of discomfortOf not doing it all, Of not doing enoughMy mind feeds this Ugly thorn bush growingInsatiably, out of controlSuffocating my heartMy soul. Wrapping it inDark, despondent clouds;In which thrives theFear of not enough timeSpiraling my being ..Into a dark worm holeAn abyss…
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Beauty & The Beast

The dark soil I am buried inIs watered by the tears ofMy ancestors & old gods.I lie here listless & desolate For all glitters of this worldHold no shine anymore.I feel my heart scream Silently & my soul darkenYet my choice is this dungeon.This deep clod of earth Which holds me like a wormIs my…
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Way To Hell’s Paradise

The search for heaven Could lead us on a pathThat goes straight to hell.So should I stop my search..For this paradise hiddenAnd live in fear of hell?But I wasn’t born to liveWith fear, in fear, of fearCowering my life away.I must at-least try this thingGive this journey a shotFor having been born!For what is life…
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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…
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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.…
