Saturday, September 23, 2023

Poetry

Her Dead Alive Octopus

I caught upon an uncanny creature,Amidst a fish vending street.Like the ghostly alien hands,Its spooky limbs shined in the summerish streak. “Snap up some dried...

Our Men are Learning

“Cut them some slack,our men are still learning.”“Don't be so harsh,our men are still learning.”Did you know thatthe learning cycle of an average malecoincides...

As a soothing sign

As a soothing signrivers flow unpollutedinto our hearts,we are locked,where are our friends,neighbours, relatives…they went to the world of distancing,the mask wearing figuresroam around,quarantines,...

Three Poems for Her

The Weaver Let me weavethe red and white rishathe black rigwnaiand connect to my womanhood, Let me weavethe pachra and achalcelebrate geometric motifsand connect to my...

This Day

This day isAll there ever was, all there is, all there will ever beFor, all tomorrows will be, all todays are, all yesterdays were,For...

Ode to an Inkling

Deep within, the Recluse and his Muse sit arm in arm. Limbs intertwined in passion. The Recluse indulges his Muse, Time forgotten, space confined. I am without you, within you, the Muse muses. I am the screams of silence.

Puppet

The Kalashnikov imagery stutters like broken kids in the valleys, This idol of time, a relic not worshipped. The struggles in the hills of the...

India Post. Since 1854.

I stood behind the counter of our local post-office watching them sort the mail in the morning. White bags, imprinted in the red rectangular box with...

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A night to remember

Stay up all night with me for once, I say Don’t complain we have work the very next day Step out...
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Daydream

“Wow, you look...” As soon as those words slipped from his mouth, he regretted conceding to a third drink...

Burn

One day when I'm dead I'll be alive is how they put it at church and Sunday School and sometimes I...

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