Beauty of a woman She walked in the streets without hope She saw herself as useless and threw herself into garbage She damaged herself with substance abuse She named herself a fool and allowed others to call her a fool She lived in fear of the present and people She was tortured daily by her past She blamed herself ...
Teenage Mary enjoyed hanging out She played with her friends & had fun She wanted to remain enjoying life She loved to be free of responsibilities Suddenly she met a man from heaven She fell in love with his words of hope With her consent raped by holy spirit She became pregnant to fatherless child Joseph who suppose to ...
What Will you Do? Eve was so excited to inform her pregnancy Adam accused garden friend as the father of the child Eve asked God to convince him, but Adam refused. Adam firmly said, I will never support this baby Eve is so sad of rejection and wanted to commit suicide? 13 year old Miriam was raped by a guard ...
Is it only the person who sells their body for money a prostitute? How do we call a person who denies his values to make money? Isn’t he a prostitute for selling his heart? How do we call a person who is manipulative to make money? Isn’t he a prostitute for selling his mind? How do we call a ...
I Wish to … I wish to call you Army Uncle, But I am afraid remembering the past. I wish to give you a kiss on your cheek, But I run away and hide myself behind the curtain. I wish to see the day when I can call you my Army Uncle and kiss you on your cheek. I wish ...
There are cries of pleasure, And there are cries of agony and despair. Sometimes there are decrees, Like the coming of age, of the girl child, Where fate lines up encounters, Of the choice-less, merciless, kind, When the prototypical budding life, A child with discernable breasts and hips, As seen through the eyes of leviathan, And the gangly tentacles clasping, A ...
Siva was a young man of 30 years. He was dark, tanned by the Northern sun A fisherman, who went pastMannar Island every third day. He had a god above him, Two hulls of a catamaran on either side, A boundless aquamarine wilderness below, An endless orb of fire at daytime, And starry constellations at nightfall. And this beautiful life, ...
I’m not afraid of you because, I look into your eyes. In them, I see a hundred wars descended from the skies. Haunting cries tired sighs sorrow borne of scars. I’m not afraid of you because, I look into your soul. Once, before your many woes you were true and whole. Forgotten moments, trust and hope; love, your shield from ...
Her heart was never in one place You could never Contain it in your palms Like water dripping through Like a bird fluttering wings against your hold… It was never in one place whole heartedly… She scattered the pieces of her heart Like a farmer ploughing the fields And they took root… One piece in one continent Another in the ...
We turn the tide. We turn bad times to good We turn around to a clement angle A favorable crossroad. And yet there are no turns To the refugee that can only turn around To see Aleppo in flames. Turn, swirl your eyes Like Mr Tambourine Man and still there is no high, No LSD, opium or weed, only The ...
“Remember me? Says the little girl, with the dark dreamy eyes that bore through mine; Somehow knowing, somehow wise. Scrawny thing with scabby knees; hair blowing wild, in the tropical breeze. Bare feet planted, in wet muddy grass, stoic. solid yet fragile like glass – all these in one, blazing, like the sun. Her expression, resolute; Her resolve, absolute. Hands ...
All she wanted was happiness Happiness beyond conditions.. That arises from within Not to be bought from the store As they showed on TV screen Not to be traded with worldly bonds Happiness, unlike the way they taught in schools She wanted to be, Happy …..on her own Like those noble bold headed ladies Of an era bygone.. The poetesses ...
A proud soldier of the state inside a bunker A canvas about to be painted In shrapnel wounds, blood strokes, Dappled red, turning white to a paler shade. He was telling a story inside the bunker, How the beautiful Tamil girl with a pottu Was a goddess and all he wanted was things to be different. Love was not a ...
There’s a crick in my shoulder. A stiffness; there it is again – that niggling pain. Hard like a boulder yet heavier still… what could it be? Oh. Yes. I see. It’s only the weight of the world. Mine to bear; so much wear and tear. I sit here feeling; so much. Unable to do anything but contemplate; deliberate the ...
Drowned. All sparks extinguished. Swallowed by brutal oceans. Corpses by the shoreline. A few of many. They have names andt the ache of hope abandoned is borne by their coffin bearers. We will weave our fictions, cast the blame upon vessels, rebels and smugglers, upon dogmatic beliefs and regional power struggles. Extricate ourselves from blame as we play an insidious game ...
It seems this Christmas It has snowed in the Sahara After 37 long years, while in Melbourne The temperature rises to near 40. And over in the Arctic, Santa and his little helpers Are waiting to deliver beautifully wrapped presents To the needy, while over in Turkey, there are queues Of people, gathering over a truck that delivers Blankets, ...
We walk. Trail they say, is a little Path towards healing. Still, walking on Nike Shoes does not make the shadows smaller Or the shade a little less. Victory is only gnawing A rope that slowly starts to shorten with time. Yet Trail, is a walk-path to a hat collection. Tills of the heart that make bursaries Of mint and ...
After commenting to my friend last night that I had finally stopped being contacted by a stalker, I woke up this day – while I was praying, of all instances – by a call from yet another unknown number. I’m a social worker and work heavily in youth volunteer activities. I am a representative of two organisations and receive calls ...
I suffer in silence, swallow my pain Feeling choked, against my will, I don’t feel well and I just cry, How much longer – this poisoned love. Slaps, sex and ordered to obey, I spend the night out in the cold If I protest, I will be marked How will my daughter get married? A helpless game that I’m ...