Self-pity is a sugar coated virus
It infects a happy gathering
at lightning speed.
Avoid pity party at all cost!
A Simple Mind’s Crisis
Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Mark
My heart cries out for you.
Heart doesn’t cry, human does.
Read between the lines.
It is blank!
Mark my words, ‘You are so dumb!’
Pass me the pen.
Candy Fantasy
The Living Poetry February visual prompt
I wish I could catch the sweet zest
from their first release
to the lasting after effect
But
with mouthfuls of lustful swallow
they have been and gone too quickly
Is there any pharmaceutical giant
with a vision to invent a Viagra
for my taste buds
Birds and You
I love the quiet
But I prefer birds sing
I am tired of listening to people
But your speaking makes me happy
Someone is so full of enthusiasm
It isn’t what I am used to
Someone is so full of life
It is what my heart desires
How satisfying
A life filled with birds singing
And you
Breakup
Yesterday No More
Once upon a time
she would let people
drown her rice paper self esteem
with boastful spits.
Nowadays,
she tries to reconcile
with her past no more
because dwelling on
what was once before
is a complete waste of life.
She only wants to leave
ample trace of
joy and healing.
The Lesser of Two Evils
This is the recent collaboration with Benjamin Grossman which helped me greatly in breaking my writing ‘numbness’. Please check out Ben’s blog if you have not already read his amazing work.
The glacial battle begins in our heads
Face pressed to the sun-pierced windowpane
January snow in recession, the signs of regression
Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water
And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface
Only the placement of desolation remains
Reverberating silent screams
There is no one way of knowing cold
The stages are fluid and transient
Its meaning bitterly ambiguous
Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks
An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth
Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold
Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason
Although they move with wintry doom
From person to person increasing in aggression
Till you understand the meaning of icy
Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold
Though maybe it’s always the same
Emotional and physical reaction
A state of feeling dangerously low
Struggling to survive between cold and colder
The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
Subtly Distinct
I will be offended
if you call me pretty
Pretty is like a petal
crushed and bruised
after its maturity
I will be delighted
if you call me beautiful
Beauty is at any stage
through and through
till eternity
Relatively Speaking
Learning
She never understood
why did he despise her
for her different approach
to life
the same life
they so happened to share
He couldn’t comprehend
why was she dissatisfied
with this way of living
the same way
his parents lived
They were told
by an elder
before their wedding day
that they shall leave
their family history behind
to unite into a new family
of their own
When they heard of wisdom
they couldn’t comprehend it
Just hope that
they eventually become wiser
from their lived experience
Flicker of Thoughts 