Monthly Archives: July 2024

In the darkest momentsOf the loneliest nights,When my little boatWas seemingly lost,The stars in the skyGave me company,As they shoneEndlessly,And so too,The crescentOf the nascent moon. On the dreariestOf days,When I wilted under,The scorching gazeBorn of outrage,Wondering if I wouldBe … Continue reading →

I Neither the mother bird,Nor the father,Would have ever,For a second wondered,If their babyWould fly;They just knew,That their fledglingWas born toFly –That his wings,Albeit tiny,Would one dayHold the strength,To carry their babyFar away,And that heWould not fall,No matter how tallThe … Continue reading →

I see you nowIn a different light,Perhaps the nightHas helped bestowThis fresh insight;And though you exude defiance,I see the hintOf fear in your eyes,And as you lower them,I see a touch of shame,Knowing there are others’Focused on you,Some malignant,Glowering with … Continue reading →

This boxThat you find yourself in,Is much like a pool –It gives you a senseOf what might be,The possibilities –But it is confined,It is not open;Just like a poolIs not the ocean. You stand at the edge,Held back by your … Continue reading →

The black catSlinks down into the sewer,Eager to escapeThe tense curiosity,Of the little onlooker,Who has been warnedBy every well wisher,To avoid every cat,But particularly any that’s black –And to stay clear of every path,That a black catSets foot on. The … Continue reading →

The sparkle in your eyes,Lit by the power,Of the fireIn your belly –Your purpose,And your dreams,Blinds the onlookers;They use their handsAs weak shields,While they flee from the landsThat have embraced your footprints,But even in their retreat,They fail notTo fling the … Continue reading →

You start with flour –Two cups of itHeaped in a mound,With a well in the middle,To which you addA cup of water,A spoon of yeast,And a pinch of salt;And then you commenceThe mundane task,Of bringing it allTogether. Thereafter,You proceedTo kneadAnd … Continue reading →

How does one become bad?Whether a manBeaver, badger, dog or cat?Sure, they can all do thingsThat could beAbominable, reprehensible, bad-But they are not a batchOf boiled potatoesThat you mashed,And left outside,On the counter overnight,In the throesOf a dreary summer,That they … Continue reading →

Sometimes,There is no answerFor why things happen,Whether good,Or downright bad;And when it’s the latter,One tends to wonder,Whether one matters,In the larger schemeOf thingsAs they stand;For if one did,Would this haveCome to be? Sometimes,The things that happen,Are not just bad,But they … Continue reading →

ResistThe urge to intervene,It may appear insaneNot to,The bridge may seemOn the verge of breaking,The crack across its centreEver widening. You believe you possessThe bonding glue,Magic woven intoIts very essence;In your effervescence,To make things right, to mend,You fail to seeThe … Continue reading →