Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

Hello all, My name is Surya T and I am a writer/poet. I have been writing for nearly 7 years as of 2021. Over this time, I have finished a few books (which are underway to be published), poems (published on my blog – morningreads.wordpress.com),…

I know where I want to go. At least I think I do. These conversations with the page. But it’s out of my control. You see, these words are not my own, and they tend to be unruly. Pulled and twisted as they are from…

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…

If I ask you a question What’s your reply going to be Would you think it through with purpose To answer honestly Or would my very asking Be only for my gain As you make up an answer Without a truthful grain If I’m asking…

They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…

In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…