Stuck

You were standing here At this same spot, where You held my hand last year. How clear you were, When you said Those three words, Convinced that nothing Could shake us, break us. But death did. … Now wisps of air They’ve become, Those three words, And you, you’ve turned Your back to ‘us’. You…

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Daily Prompt: Dormant Dreams

Daily Prompt: Dormant Dormant dreams seemed to come alive, As soon as her brush touched the paper. The Autistic girl who never spoke, provoked or evoked, Now seemed to babble through a vivid language of colors,  An age of grey silence thus came to an end, A poet was born who painted her sagas.  …

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Heart Shaped Box: Abusive Relationships

This place, The walls, Pitch dark, Cold light. In vain I wail, Flail. My screams With the murky Silence collide. Your walls I’ve smeared With broken nails, Bloody scrawls, Tears, By the pail, Hurt of an age, Oozing wounds, Regret laced Entrails. Tombstones Litter here, A Graveyard this. Broken memories, Broken promises. Wrecked faith, Trampled…

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Shouldn’t you?

Shouldn’t you Take the chance And lose, Than not take it, And wonder forever If you could’ve won? Shouldn’t you Be nasty, Just that one time, Rather than someone Being nasty to you For the rest of your life? Shouldn’t you Not swallow your pride, Unleash the hurt inside, just once, Than contain that anger…

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She Scribbles

  Teeny-tiny, unsure feet, Pitter-patter around the house. Busy, chubby fingers scrawl, On the yellowed distemper, Without a single pause. There’s a bald parakeet, And here’s a lame crane. Oh, is that a rather long bus, Or a very short bullet train? She embellishes the drawings, With lines, squiggles, dots. The elephant has banana ears,…

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Heart-song

  There is a song in my heart. A song of you, me – ‘us’, A song of how we began, A song of how we may end. A song of our woes, our pains, A song of our happiness, lost and regained. A song of our menial fights, A song of our daily delights.…

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Motherhood

  Do you know, Darling child of mine, That no matter however much, I may be crossed with you, That no matter how many times, You may throw your tantrum fits, That no matter how many times, You may wreck the room, That no matter however much, May I be troubled and wearied, It’s at…

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