Jabbering and yammering, Talking into tomorrow, What’s a clock? I don’t know her! Laughter echoing, Through screens and minds alike, Holding hands up to our ears, Trying to cut off the piercing noise. These the only times of silence, Between hours of conversations, Talking over…

“Just be still and listen” Shloka Shankar   Sure, you can hear, the death knell of your dreams, the grand plans for your life that you charted as a child. Hush, but listen also for the lilting tune of the night as it calls to…

Tragedy always celebrated, In all forms of art, Pain glorified, Accepting with open arms. The fuel behind the artist, Bringing the art in them to life, Lives of real people, In exchange for the life of art. But what about the tortured, But still alive,…

“Books were safer than other people anyway.” Neil Gaiman   So I buried myself in my books, Learning, early on, That people were sometimes poison And could damage the soul. My books became my friends In a world confused by rules Even now I find…

They say elephants can remember, Elephants so ingenious, With their ever present gravitas, With their power reverberating. Their trunks so nifty, They pick things up like no other, Literally and figuratively, Heavy and slight. Smelling water from miles away, Hardly need a compass, Always know…

It rained that night, big fat drops that sat upon my tongue as I felt the coolness surge over me. Taking me back to happier days, of swimming in the rain, making castles out of mud days of innocence.

Sneaking out with my friends To meet a middle-aged man With intent on stealing my virtue Talking of red wings, things I Knew absolutely nothing of Other than it was vile Friends with plans to steal away with me Telling me I shouldn’t wait And…

What if I’d said yes, At every point of my life. Every opportunity that came my way, Taking it up without a moment’s thought. The answer to every question, That was ever asked of me. If I’d given in to life, Accepting its way of…

In the moonlit path we walked together “There are wild foxes here,” you said And I took a step closer Wondering if we would see them unless They saw us first and swallowed us whole. My hair caught in branches that swept low, pulling At our…

I have two happy little boys Who keep me wild and free They lead me into forests For the toadstools to see. One is thin and grubby His hair black and slick The other is all smiles Though he looks like a stick. They love…