Death and I Have Been Scandalously Intimate For Some Time Now

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

Hour Seven

There’s an elephant in the room It stands on my lips Wraps its thick gray trunk Around my throat Constricting breath Restricting honesty Prodding me to go on With charades and games What this circus needs Is a ringmaster without a whip One with purring…

The looser

Losing something is painful if its hope then one dies We never lose in a competition only lessons are learnt there   Exams? nope, they don’t make us losers They are just a parameter of society   Job? No, it has no role either Money,material…

Swing Song: a haibun

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

Communication 2.0

The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

Forecast

Maybe tomorrow birds will sing and flowers dance to the words of a god speaking light and truth, but today it’s dark –and raining.

Rain Drops

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

Shine

Attention, Who doesn’t like it. Fame, You got to fight for it.   My Darling, A little girl Still stays inside you She may want to be a princess but you need to be the Queen.   Those bright lights can hurt your eyes There…

Before Darkness

promises sleep and dreams are suffocated by Ambien death becomes a play told in three acts my favorite part is the end.

Yes! Its Right.

Hunting is dangerous, Finding is the right word. While looking for the next one We keep scrolling.   Windows are opened, Shelves are shuffled again And we keep scrolling.   Take a walk outside Look at the trees Smile at squirrels Play with a cat…