Send me on a journey to nowhere, a one-way ticket out of here. Home I carry with me, so it doesn’t matter if I return. Coming back this way might be more painful than the leaving. Knowing not where the path will take me, seeking new adventure…
Tag: #thepoetrymarathon
Hour thirteen
heart attack, the words whispered from ear to ear sounded horrible, cruel condescending all i wanted was to rush into the room where my father lay hooked up and hold him close, tell him he was safe they were allowing no one in not even…
Hour eleven: hoho haha hehe
early morning commotion in the local park. a group of seniors gathered together were creating a ruckus. a few joggers and walkers stopped to watch their one antic. all were doing the same action, standing with feet apart and raising their forelimbs gently, stretching their…
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
Hour seven
The thunder claps did not bother, the pouring rain could not dampen our spirits as we frolicked on our first weekend as newlyweds we’ve come here before with the children and didn’t we tear our hair pandering to their every need now it’s different we’re…