Note: This poem is inspired by the millions of articles we read on the subject of rape and violence everyday. Sometimes, they affect us more than most. Today was one of those days. Bear with me, it's not too refined. I was just far too emotional to worry about that. Been far too long That … Continue reading Abuse
This is my effort at a reblog. I am absolutely horrid at technology to begin with so please forgive me😄 It's a link to a collaboration between me and a dear friend on WP, aquib. He is a wonderful writer with strong messages, as you'll see below 🤗 I felt his poem was lovely and … Continue reading Ground.
"So are you over him?"-my friend asks with exaggerated nonchalance, seeming to try very hard to hint around for an air of poise and casualness all at once. The kind where you know it's a weak farce, crumbling into pieces to reveal a devastating intensity seething beneath the surface. She takes a sip of her … Continue reading Conversation
There was once a girl 5 years ago. She hid in an uber-dark corner of the already darkened classroom, cowering behind a pillar adorned with the latest weekly test schedule. Her right half almost amalgamated with the cracked pista green chunna upon the yellowed walls. This girl had high ambitions. Of being a doctor someday. … Continue reading Destiny
Time has passed Life has changed And sometimes, sometimes I wonder If I'm stronger now than the day we had to part But your memory comes crashing back every day And every single time, it shocks me with its force I heard time makes it all better Why then doesn't the pain dissipate Why is … Continue reading Missing
Would you ever think of us as pots of clay Cracked, crazed, our edges entirely frayed Beyond our imperfections, would your eyes ever stray To deem our existence a masterpiece Honed by crying through sleepless nights And struggling through unbearable days Would your unseeing eyes trace along these fractured crevices And chance upon the beauty … Continue reading Cracks
As cliché as the title is, isn't it galling at the level of clench-your-fists-till-the knuckles-pop-out extremes how it turned out in the oldies' favour...when everything they so haughtily proclaimed with noses stuck high up in the air to display untrimmed nostril hair, inevitably came to pass. When all our head-shaking and non-conforming amounted to nil...zilch...nada … Continue reading On Growing Up. Or Something.
All my life my heart has sought To find meaning in all it's come across You courted my imagination Which suited me just fine Yet this heart now weakens with frustration Because the illusions were all mine All my life my heart has sought To find solace in all that had been taught You appeared … Continue reading All My Life
I've always grappled with the idea of undertaking the magnanimous task of trying to classify my siblings as such and such. Critically scrutinising how authors might do it, especially with their favourite characters, some named after real people in their own lives. Aren't they afraid of backlash from their characters' namesakes, out in vengeance and … Continue reading My Siblings
Your shadowy realms, bleak and surreal Beckon with wonder and mystic appeal I reach with outstretched fingers to grasp what they conceal But you vanish, perhaps never had been real You drugged my gloomy half-dazed eyes Causing stars to shoot across their sunless black skies You brought to life what had once been dimmed By … Continue reading Starry Night