And you went on talking in a jargon I couldn’t understand, about things I don’t care about. You have read ‘important’ books, which I clearly haven’t. And when you talked about those things that mattered to me, I was wrong, just an ignorant fool and…

A tiny little bird lived in a grandfather clock in a shepherd’s home in the valley by the blue hill. Years and years, tried the little bird, to escape the clock and time within. On a warm summer evening, when the clock struck five, came…

Image Poem -poem 11 Roots Roots can be the rooted in our behaviour Roots cannot but give its utmost flavour Roots develop into branches of aura Twisted and knotted but strong in odour Your roots can speak foundations of armour Your roots can identify and…

A hungry infant cried somewhere, a starving mother weeped, alone she was, with a world against her. They ordered and she obeyed, They wouldn’t last another night. Muffled voices of child was heard as the pro-life humans drank bright red wine in victory of the…

she sang with glee in her heart, and a belly full of joy. i loved seeing her face light up with amusement, and can hear the mirth in her voice. such wonderful memories we had together: us girls, a bottle of wine between us and…

The Joke (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 11) The other day you told me something Funny you read on facebook I reacted by clicking the wow Icon As I almost fell off my chair. I’ve never been good remembering jokes, Sometimes I remember the punchline…

Once in a while, I remember her, the girl who was once me, who loved watches and clocks, fantasy and magic, a nomad at heart, a prisoner in life. But we broke free, with dreams and wings So many of us, and it’s just me…

Free write Keep your head up, darling. You cannot see the stars while looking at your feet.

THAT’S FUNNY   I am tickled pink; at the antics of you . . . Entertainment at it’s best . . . it shakes in my belly! I need this; for these blue days . . . Things are not . . . exactly at…

Wandering through greenery in search of a prize, eyes peeled for signs of change— her mind is empty as her focus hones. Why— what do you gain from wandering? Aimless in the heat surrounded by biting bugs and blazing beats of sunshine. What prize is…