When trouble is slapped across your face like Winter’s chillAnd the Wind seems to bring nothing but bouts of hellI want you to remember that you are stronger than the dejection you feelYou are the boiling blood of a thousand simmering SummersYou are the steadfast spirit of several scorching SunsYou have limbs that have learnt… Continue reading Shared Inheritance
I am an elaborate ordeal A bitter pill to swallow And you devour me whole Without thought or judgment When I serve you my pain Unfiltered and raw You do not question my afflictions You do not ask me to fix my ache Instead you wear it on your head Like a solemn crown And… Continue reading Being Whole Again
I must love to lose because I need to lose to love. Monica Barengo Art
In doleful winds, I reminiscence The chill that seeped and settled in My flesh and limbs as trembling tips Brushed against frozen skin. My blood ran cold as shades of blue Began to pace across your face Their icy hues numbed my soul That day when I held you at my nape. I could feel… Continue reading Emerald Eyes
You did not leave me behind. I find traces of you in everything I do. So much so, that I am not I, I am but a part of you. So when I sway in the gentle breeze, it is you that the winds whisper to. And when I look up at the midnight sky,… Continue reading For My Father – Distance Deceives
I am caught in a rut and I am losing all sense of direction As my emotions drive me in circles on an endless loop. I try not to think, I try not to over-analyse But I am a slave to my thoughts and can slaves ever win? Unbridled, these feelings run wild and I… Continue reading Emotional Lockdown
Shattered souls so lost in their pain, they forget you too could be hurting. Broken shards can never sympathize with the hand that bleeds to put them back together.
Beware of a jilted dream. Innocent she seems. At first. Insouciant. Indifferent, To rejection. But she smoulders and simmers, In the shadows of the heart. Surreptitiously. Lingering maliciously. Dreaming of sweet revenge As she slowly rots inside, Chafing flesh, Corrupting tissue. Corroding. Eroding. Her vengeance only grows. She begins to hound The soul. With vicious content… Continue reading The Fallen Dream
Someday you are going to meet someone who will permeate into your flesh and bones and fix the weary shards of your fragmented soul, filling every crack and crevice of your broken heart, making you whole again.
Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it’s dark. Zen Proverb Letting go of sorrow, grief, resentment, anger, grudges, worries and anxieties is not an easy process. Yet it is a conscious attempt you must make for YOU. Buddhist texts suggest that all sorrow stems from attachment – the root cause. In this… Continue reading One Art – Letting Go