Tag: #hope
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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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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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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…
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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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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.…
