I ran and ran but got nowhere, when I looked down I had no feet, but wings that took me to my heart, that in my dreams so warmly beats; all around me colours whirl, like flashing lights sent to remind, that once my world…

” Beware of what raps at your door at 3 am” Wicked 3 am is here, What unearthly , nightmarish beings Will rap upon my door? Ghosts of yesterday Linger and mingle, Whispering, growling, howling, Making their presence known. Morning is nowhere near sight. For…

There were never stories at bed time, with a hug and a kiss, there was no connection, they were merely the kids; a duty, obligation, quite simply a chore, needed to cover the truth behind closed doors; a marriage of convenience, with no love in…

Concealed beauty Reach unreachable heights, Self becomes No self Only one with awareness Can SEE that beauty Under my veil There is such a beauty How can I let myself Be seen? Seema Sahoo – ©

Time is not a when. It’s rolling geography. And you’re ev’rywhere.  

I am not same as I once was I left myself some where in the past I have started to trace footsteps behind you I have started to pause on your path

Solitude is something I crave all the time, a perfect chance to stop and calm my racing mind, too many people create too much noise, solitude helps me to hear my own voice, it helps ground me to the things I hold close, books, writing,…

Oh yes! We all have a knockers club Some knockers are real and others Found in our minds called the Voice of self-doubt   Life is a sequence of choices Do we listen to their negativity and put downs?   Or do we rise above…

Thunderstorm cascade From unending darkness Irrational fear clasps The clinging mind.. Seema Sahoo – ©

I remember the night our new house burned to the ground, I remember the lights and sirens of the emergency vehicles, I remember the smoke billowing out of the front windows, Cascading like a stream of tears Slipping away into the night; I remember watching…