Grief is a thorn in my sobbing sole Blood is slowly seeping from the hole My heart is chopped up, once I was whole My body is devoid of its soul. The smell of spices wafting in the air The…
Tag: Creative writing
Inside Out
Inside Out Horses riding the jockeys, cars on people Imagination or real, is hard to tell. This weirdly crazy cat, who will bravely bell? The neck looks fine from the outside, or not. The thyroid gland wears an under-active tie…
The Black and White Poem
The Black and White Poem The pearly white sun dripped inky black paint My world was a pitch-dark theatre An epic cinematic disaster The deafening screams grew quietly faint Some viewers trailed in with muddy feet Soiling…
A Poetic Story.
When I wrote this story, I felt it needed something more. The characters and dialogues were nice but I wanted more than nice, I wanted extraordinary! Wanted my story to sing at the top of its voice and express the…
Abstract Poem
What is abstract imagery? Is it when I drown in the dark depths of the ocean of grief? Or when the frolicking waves dance with my ecstasy? Do I let my emotions ebb and flow like the tides? Can the…
Empty House
An empty house lives in me. Morbid, maudlin musings of my muddled mind filter through its sheer curtains A lonely house lives in me Sheer isolation and desperation Delude Its only occupant A Bruised house lives in me The wounds…
Exhaustion
Going through the motions of living is exhausting Smiling, laughing, sleeping, eating, working out Cooking, gardening, walking, talking everything Is exhausting. We pretend to be busy We pretend to be fine We pretend life is okay We pretend…
My Heart – A Sonnet
My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Nothingness – A Sonnet
Nothingness The maze of wires as far as I can see Carrying currents of electricity Like scrambled neurons in the brains Unreserved commuters perching on trains. Tragic drama of life- blocked brains, locked paths Inconsistent acts, Incoherent thoughts Uncaring…
Kitchen Therapy
I walked into the kitchen with a heavy heart But the moment I put cumin in the hot oil Cut up some onion, garlic, ginger green chilly I felt a shift in my head and my aching heart. …
Past – Fiction Monday
Past – A Sonnet The Past can be a crate of memories Put it on ice to preserve them for long It’s a record of your many journeys You made countless moves, some right and some wrong. …
Women’s Day – A Sonnet
The day hid its face, night cried silently Vast void of nothingness was inky deep She fought with the dark shadows valiantly We all failed her, quiet shame is ours to keep. Were there any witnesses to the…