I remember you being plopped in the gardenSurrounded by a rainbow of potsYour feet fixed firmly in the growing grassHands dancing in a mix of soil and dungEach time I’d cringe you’d laugh your big-toothed laughA sight as rare as marigolds in MayI watched the troubles of life trickle down your faceIn beads of sweat… Continue reading Marigolds In May
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
The belligerent rise of a mid riff blouse, a slice of skin, the hint of spine – what causes scandal – the wicked hem of satin skirt, the threatening plunge of a v–neck shirt, deliberate failure to conform to established norm – what makes me defiant – disapproving nods, unshaken resolve, the cheek to never… Continue reading Lessons In Defiance
They who have lived so carefully all their lives will never know what it feels like to have summer running wild in your blood and they will never speak the language of the wildflowers blooming in your soul. To the prejudiced eye a feral heart is something far from exquisite and the wondrous call of… Continue reading Untamed Flowers
Back in the days of demented youth were you high on dreams did you sleep with a radioactive heart pumping fireflies in your veins till you could feel the stars swarming in your eyes making you dizzy all the light did you let it go one day did you set it free are you sober… Continue reading Vestiges
The wind hit her with an unexpected intensity. Arms crossed, she tried to break contact but it was too late. As the cold waves unabashedly progressed further down the buttons of her dress, she could feel the heaviness in the air condensing in her chest. Walking past the gleaming lights of designer stores and chic… Continue reading Oblivion
Don’t quite know what I want to say with this one but I’m in love with this illustration by Rezacos.
Befriend the void inside. That chunk of emptiness you constantly want to fill with something or someone, it doesn’t need to be filled. Love may seem like a quick fix but no amount of love how so ever deep can make you feel complete. People change and things fade – that is the way of… Continue reading Love Is A Fair-Weather Friend
Forever veiled in borrowed blaze, ordained to lonesome life I circle skies unceasingly burning in beauty bright. So many have loved my cover sweet, none braved to venture deep Must I be prized for mirrored light? My soul will no one seek? A heart of rust, some rubble and dust, my crust barren and bleak… Continue reading La Luna : Reveries Of A Moon Child
It’s been a week of blanks. Words come, words go and nothing. All my attempts at writing have been fair and square unproductive and at best I can rhyme cat with rat. Desperate times call for desperate measures aka Neil Gaiman, the book in question “American Gods”. I have this bad habit of flipping through… Continue reading Big Bold Blank
