Category Archives: Poetry

It was a trail first, Soft, Crumbly with dead leaves everywhere. Colourful and beautiful it was, But there were too many patches that made us fall, Made us angry, Made us want to curse at it all. But then the trail strengthened, With years of footsteps loving it. It started sprouting plants as the deadContinue reading “Road”

Sensual, She stands, Poised on the pedestal, Revealing her naked beauty, She doesn’t care when people stare. It’s been a long time Since she tried To make the marble surrounding her Crack through the power of her will, To make the amazed faces looking upon her in awe Turn away with shame. For ages sheContinue reading “Aphrodite of Cyrene”

She wakes up Only so she can make us all breakfast.   One by one, We all get up, Not caring too much about the time, Or about the fact that she must want to go back to bed.   She says it doesn’t matter. She sleeps during the day.   When nobody is there,Continue reading “The Family Glue”

Shyness presses her back against the club wall. She hopes no one will turn her way, See her trembling in her too-short skirt and the pounds of make up that her sisters Vanity and Lust forced her to put on. Shyness keeps her eyes down, Wills herself to not look up in case some oneContinue reading “Shyness”

I was wearing three layers of clothes with a thick jacket on top. And we were walking. And it was raining. And I was cold. And he was cold.   We had held hands a few minutes before And then grudgingly let go to put them back in our pockets, As it was freezing.  Continue reading “A moment of no forgetting:”

Support, I owe my life to you. You pulled me out of the shell of darkness I had retrieved into. You came in with a candle and instead of pushing me towards the blinding light, you sat inside my stifling cave. You wore a hard hat, in case I got violent. You wore a softContinue reading “Support”

A ball of furry feathers, Stuffed down your throat, Choking you, Begging you, To be swallowed whole, But you cough it out, All of it, Till there are no feathers left; Released from your pain, You watch the feathers scratch the listener’s face. But eventually, The feathers float, Light up in the air, Spiral above,Continue reading “Truth”

It’s hard to know, To understand life and its patterns. It’s even harder to let go, To give in to the fact that there is a web that will hold us Even when we feel like we’re about to crash.   It’s hard to believe in this web, In its strength, In its unity andContinue reading “Web”

Claude Monet Wish you weren’t yet dead. You captured The colours of nature’s Poetry, The light playing up a Symphony. Own the present You did, On your canvas With paint. But now you are the past, Outlived, Without you, Your paintings have Moved on.   Published on: May 7, 2011

I’m scared of heights and he’s high.   So for him I wore the stupid heels.   And for him I drank the bitter coffee.   With blisters and sore feet I went home.   High from the caffeine I spun in circles And could not fall asleep.   Later I realized There was noContinue reading “High”