darkness, for its wet breath and half-willowed trance, together, we named it a slut for its gifts and reprieve, because we couldn’t see what was hiding, in the back, behind sky, under rocks, within seas. it left. for us to quarrel with only the sun….

impossible speed challenge for fingers more meant to brutalise than nurture, punch not quench   nothing delicate has come from this, it’s shaken not stirred, a snapper of wrists   dogma of prowling, hate & steal, leading with the forehead, keeping things real.   Liberated…

I’ve never ever scared of the thunder but next to you, I pretend I do. Just to feel your strong, heavy arms on and around me any time a lightning crosses the sky. In these brightful moments I cannot decide which legs and arms are…

in and outof my thoughts come only your thoughts, I surrender my dreams to your thoughts, thinking someday you will look around for me, feeling my presence in my absence, a day – when it will be just you and me, weaving uncountable desires i…

In the mirror I see myself, There are wrinkles around my eyes, My black locks are no more black, They appear like salt on pepper balls. I squeeze my eyes to try to read, And search for my glasses – here and there, Quite often…

Holding the first light, In their white petals, These summer flowers, Quite often talk to me. The sudden pull of emotions, Or hammock of thoughts within me, Silently the dewdrops unwrap, And as I drench in the fragnance, Quickly they hide behind the mist again!

Scratch, rumble, screech, SPARKS! Many feet move off and on In day and the dark.   Where are they going? Where have they been all day long? No words are exchanged.   I am silent too, Contemplating my commute. Scratch, rumble, screech, SPARKS!   Mary…

What I see is an illusion Everything wrapped in spider’s hammock Behind the rusted lock Still fresh are my memories My doll dressed in years of dust And the grandfather’s rocking chair Sip of the petrichor in my tea And this dew upon the barren…

Hour Seven Prompt It was a day of dismay that threw my whole world into disarray. For whoever is responsible for that horrible day, they must surely pay. Because from that day forward, I will never be okay.  

Seven years ago I mentioned your name freely- nothing to hide or be ashamed of, no remorse or weariness. It’s been a long time, but I still hold steadfast to the ideal of what we could have been.