Like shivering stars sprinkled over a black carpet of tonight, the silver bubbles rise from the bottom of the ocean of my mind and like the stars, linked together into animals and heroes – all by us, they, too, linked together,
A wrinkled fleshly fruit plucked out of my womb They asked me if I want to look and feel and hold Angry, I turned my head away, an emphatic no For the pain the wriggling brat had given me so
The moon floats like a differentiation over our garden wall. Eleven alley cats croon. Stocking cap or a hat without a brim, well tethered eleven. Philanthropic Propensities For Injustice The man at the bar seems to know me, comments on
The world shifts on its axis when it dawns on you that your parents are not the font of knowledge and wisdom the epitome of perfection not gods, but imperfect, fallible human beings with dreams and desires a life beyond parenthood.
I sit and stare off into the void. Wrapped in inky blackness, the sky’s many twinkling stars keep a wary eye on me, I can feel it. My thoughts play a song; notes of an old song, from a
I ran hysterically and had no idea what was happening! The village was haunted and dark; only the stars gave me courage. Ghostly silence of humanity, and only a bat flapped its wings, and an owl hooted far away in
My mother’s tongue is not her rebellion She has never used it for self empowerment or polarity to speak out against humanity or to construct her identity in the ventures of prose or poetry Her tongue is not her weapon
The bedsheets had different colours with different patterns of creases that spoke of random encounters with a lost and dull civilization. There were nights spent on a lonely continent, with a slowly growing love of the unknown and the foreign, And
Is it 9:00 am already? Each day, at this exact hour, a treacherous beam tricks her fellow rays and breaks free into the dark confines of my room. Escaping the opaqueness of a thick brown curtain through a narrow slit.
You are endowed with a misfit of an olfactory organ- a wide bulbous triangle that can be mistaken for a sign of almost-beauty if viewed from the side. You seem to remember, acquire countless allergies and indulge in the pleasures of