“Mama”, her son laid his small head on her chest He heard ‘thump thump’, as her chest rose and fell “Mama, what is this sound from here?”, he asked perplexed, pointing at the left side of her chest His mother smiled and said, “That is…

I have a lump in my breast And it hurts when I touch it I experience needle-stabbing pains And diaphragmatic breathing gives no relief I lie awake at night and watch the moon With negative thoughts gnawing at my mind Deep inside my heart I do panic…

You Say the Heart is a Muscle But I say it’s an eggplant, ready to soak up whatever flavor you put it in, adding a chewiness necessary for a good vegetarian dish. You say the heart is a jackfruit difficult to prepare, but a delight…

I was fondly remembering… When I was sixteen The mango trees in my backyard And the wonderful countryside was so lush and green; The untouched beauty of nature, The chorus of birds at dawn, Beside a beautiful rocky waterfall And a million shades of sky, From…

Referring to first image in the given prompt.   I am a bird in a gilded cage, I look astonishingly at the sky, I try to understand deep within me, How does it feel to fly? The chirping of the birds flying over the lake,…

Heat around my chest emanates Beats keep me on time while I sing Blood travels to my extremities Pumping pumping pumping fast Stable even when I’m stressed Four chambers leading to amenities Fingers, toes, the beats will bring Everything I need while my brain contemplates.

Did I ever tell you, my mother? Your heart is an ocean of love, You fill my life with all the rainbow colours, You always protect me against life’s blowing winds, You are my blanket of warmth. Did I ever tell you, my mother? Your…

Heart beneath the surface, pumping blood to the body, it has a purpose, connection aligned for your well being, life continues for you as long as its beating.

The fist shaped ventricular, Circulating my blood Keeping even pressure   Except, in fight or flight Beating too hard Too fast Where am I to run   As I lay resting, it slows Rhythmically beating Even, without my emotions Retreating Slow and steady pace  …

A day when you relax, You just sit next to a window, And maybe chase a passing cloud, You don’t think about the next hour, Or an hour that just passed. You hold a good book, Read page after page for hours, Live a character…