Countdown

Five fingers clenched on each hand, nearly ripping my hair out, Four little crescent shaped wounds on my palms, Three strikes almost down, Two piercing screams not nearly loud enough to drown the whispers in my head, One last chance to back away from what seems like a winding staircase for Persephone. And for some goddamned…

Comfort 

“…men’s hearts are not often as bad as their acts, and very seldom as bad as their words.” Sometimes in an attempt to be understanding and caring, we lose sight of what our loved ones really need when they’re down- a real, logical solution, not rosy lies slathered in honey.  Now please do not get…

Poison 

via Daily Prompt: Yarn nothing spins better than your soft, silky words- an exquisite piece, really- without holes or fraying edges a spider would indeed be jealous of the web of lies that you create as you perch your royal head upon your royal legs dead centre  waiting to poison your way to king.    

Vine

Wrap that vine around your hand Tighter and tighter   Till little white flowers decorate your skin Till little white flowers make you glow Till little white flowers are all you can see Till little white flowers cover what’s underneath  Till little green thorns make their way into your skin  Slowly, poisoning their way in …

intoxicated 

inhale the scent of sweat and fervor   numb your senses and block those insignificant  thoughts, close your mind and  open my lips with yours, just don’t say a word – the broken xerox machine in the corner when I wake in the morning will say enough – inevitable is regret so we might as…

The Song of the Streets

The rustling of leaves, Humming of bees, Yelping and frolicking of prancing dogs, Flipping pages of an abandoned catalogue, Heated squabble of an unhappy couple Trying to hear themselves over their children’s scuffle, Splash of water by someone’s unfortunate foot in a puddle Proceeded by an annoyed grunt for getting into this muddle, Deep-throated coos…

A Letter to Somebody

  Dear Stephanie, Okay no. Who am I kidding, I’m an Indian teenager- of course I don’t know a girl named Stephanie.   Dear Lakshmi, No. I’m not THAT Indian.   Dear Somebody, Greetings, I hope you’re having a great day. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let’s get right to it….

The Masterpiece of Dusk

I look outside and see The traces of gold woven into the navy skies with swirls of red  The sky a canvas where the sun has bled  One last gift and then away he heads. I let my eyes linger on the long, dancing shadows Of coral and kumquat people, ravishing,  For their flaws and…

Repentance

This is the life of a typical Indian girl.  All her life, she’s told to be independent. To realise the importance of self-reliance. She is told to follow her instincts, to trust her feelings. To hold her ground. To mend her cracks and faults by herself. She is assured, rather ordered, by her parents that…

Spread your wings 

There now, little girl, don’t cry They may not see it but I Sense that little flutter- Your wings straining to be set free To soar the ethereal and boundless skies.   It would be an exquisite moment, of Unbridled joy, as your hair dances to the tunes of the winds, To hear nothing but…

Lost in Translation

I look at you helplessly and hope That you look beyond my meager words Yes, read between the lines And find your way through these chaotic and blurred Patterns that are my thoughts, and Emotions with which they are wreathed, for When they make their way to my lips The taste of these words is…

Twilight 

~ The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere ~ (Owl city)