Maybe

Maybe love don’t care as much as I do, Can two walk together unless they agree? If I and love are meant to walk different path, how long shall I stress myself to convince her to keep my company.

Hour Nine – Beetnoon

Hour Nine – Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt   Beetnoon   Rummaging in my kitchen shelf for some ground black pepper to sprinkle over my omelette I upset the carefully…

“Banana Cue”

When I’m five or six we used to run and play, Just running and running and some with mud clay. Our “Nanay”(Mother) call us back to eat, Our familiar food, Banana Cue in a Stick. We laugh and talk and joke around, Good old days,…

Ma was too tired to cook (hour 9)

Ma would made me sit in my fav chair while she fed me flaked corn has the magic to lift me higher like an elixir till now maybe it is in the taste or paste that accompanies the flakes down always a delight night and…

Prompt 9 – Childhood Fluff

the inspo:  Marshmallow fluff meringue sticky sweet on my tongue dissolve like childhood promises and lingering kisses on the lips of memories 

Text Prompt -Poem Nine Plantain Chips

Plantain Chips Plantain chips here I come My favourite snack at large The drier it is the better it is made from plantain Yellow when ripe Green when unripened you slice it into different shapes Some cubes some circles Some quite elongated and sliced Plantain…

Shadowed Gray – Hour Nine

In the darkness Twinkling stars, the strawberry moon Speeding meteors In the light Bright sunshine, wispy clouds Flying birds And yet, the world is but a shadowed gray   Prompt 10 from the 2019 Poetry Marathon – Hour 8

Hour 9: comfort food

lentils and rice Slow-cooked Yellow from turmeric Fragrant with spices Hot, steaming Delicious Dip into memory and take a large helping of khichadi

Saviour (Hour 8)

I will cry for my mother till my eyes grow sore My father’s sister moved in the day after– she says her name is “second mummy”   Her body was only buried hours ago But her replacement sits here trying to fit into her shoes…

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