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Today, She Gets to Play
Romance has begun anew. Lying gentle and bright on a bed of tender laps moving in and out of the Arabian bay. Madness bubbles in minds laughter escapes lips milk spilled on waves as night melts into day, The full moon has her way. The sea smiles. Draped in a blanket of light, Flung, not Continue reading
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Motherhood – And You Are Angry
And you are angry at her for being careless and silly You are angry because you wanted to write and now… and now, after a whole day spent being mum, when you desperately wanted to write, you have to be mum for another half an hour. You are angry because you feel this way. You Continue reading
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All That I Want…
A beautiful old wooden table with scratches smoothened by age. T’s heart shot through with an arrow shot by J, jostling for space with 25.8.1973. a butterfly and a faded pyramid. My journal on top, waiting for me to pen secrets, hopes, poems, petty thoughts, and some lonely stories. Five cubby holes to stack paper Continue reading
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White Lies
It started with a lie… a tiny white lie. I console myself, ‘no one else is hurt.’ Anyway, never again, I tell myself. The lie resides in my yesteryears. Now, I am in the future. My tomorrows have morphed to the present. Time turning slowly to dust. I have made peace with truth withheld, or Continue reading
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And Then, There Is Grief
As a writer, I wondered… Can I create poetry that tore? What after all, did I know about pain too pure to bear, or grief too deep to share? What did I know? Indeed! I looked up the meaning of words that stood in for grief. Distressed, in agony, desolate, in purgatory, or drowning in Continue reading
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Melancholia
… of a writerly kind A half-remembered tune melts into me. I rise up trying to meet it… grab it make it fully mine. But the very acting of reaching rips the melody out of my mind. Just the ghost of it stays behind to tease me with its unformed lines. Haunted by a feeling, Continue reading
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The Statue
Walking had become a pleasure again. The sun was gentler, and the breeze cooler. My hip did not feel tight anymore and I could swing my right leg without that twinge and ache in my bones. It also took less effort each morning to talk myself into getting ready to head out for the walk, Continue reading
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Paper Dreams
Hello dear readers, Silly of me to address you guys as my dear readers given that I have not posted anything out here for anyone to read for a while. I have used the break to complete the first draft of my very first novel, A River’s Love Song. I am now working on the Continue reading
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