War for Ukraine

“Planes flying overhead, Bombs exploding in the air, Sirens blaring through the city. Fear gripping your body, Knowing what’s to come, You run and hide, But no matter where you hide, Or where you run, These experiences haunt you for life. Escaping out of your…

The Kitchen Ship

“The salivating aroma of the kitchen, Is unique and beautiful. A world of flavor and spice packed into sense, Scents that make you yearn to taste, Foods with such a lovely aroma must have a lovely taste. My grandmother at the helm of the kitchen,…

Too good to be true…

“Fancy labels and plastic smiles, Too good to be true, Are these new pair of shoes, Design cliches and marketing lies, That fooled me thrice, And will again; Offers and brand deals, And celebrity endorsements, All to sell a cheap bottle of perfume. They are…

Hour Fifteen- Winter Solstice

  winter solstice the familiar warmth of i  s  o   l   a   t   i    o    n     Note: This poem is written using an image prompt from hour nine.        

Hour 11: surviving

the twisted tree is hit by the storm grandma forgets me but remembers the young sapling right outside her home she checks on it hourly but walks carelessly to her bed getting scrapes she asks me questions gives me names that she likes   the…

Hour 10: day it all began

let the sands of time turning as I relive each moment the day it all began I was only holding your hand on an evening over icecream fears, insecurities and doubts that nagged our paths melted with your touch this day when it all comes…