Poetry

She slid her pale hands over the seal, The stamp that had stopped her once before. She swore she’d never touch it again—  to bury it deep in the…

Birds of a feather- do they truly flock together? Do they obey the wind, or each other? They never hesitate to peck and rip; their nature is not so…

Tomorrow won’t be like today, when everything was sharp and cold, biting and cutting, a million little needles performing embroidery on tapestries of  our skin.   Tomorrow will be…

I “Are you brainwashed?” they ask, “Are you religious?”  curious, probing. I am neither.  The truth is too grueling to pin down.  Isn’t cruelty drawn to us, as we…

Corners of my lips pull up heavy, tense. Muscles stiffen. Jaw tight, chest weighted, Lump lodged behind my throat, Surge of the Sharp edge of consciousness, Distracted, absent. Empty.…

I love them all differently. It’s funny how they get insecure. How foolish of them, not to see what I see. She interlaces with my thoughts like threads of…

Leaves sway, twirl, and flutter so freely— elegant, yet oh so gentle. To their own rhythm, they dance, entrancing in their peace. But whom do they dance with? The…

Watching soap bubbles boil from the lips of children and the playground slides being swept clean into the evening by vengeful breezes and the lilt of autumn mothers hushing…

Hieroglyphics: Ink, falling off of lines, its night-black hair swimming violently through the air. Secrets whisper between her strokes, hiding muffled meanings- the blurring ofunsure words. You never know,…

I climb because of the ache in my calves, because my breath puffs out in little clouds, soft and fleeting when the air bites cold. It’s not a grand…

To graze the moon with five-toed footsteps,  and the blood rushing to animate the muscles  as they function below the expected gravity.  Though it is our function to be…

I begin all my letters with the same phrase.  And end them the same way too.    Wishes,  A thousand and one flowers over your tombstone.   It’ll be…

At night, I sit on the windowsill and wonder how Earth rotates and shows us stars. At night, I lie awake to realise, I’m not the sun, a moon…

But here, you’re treated like cattle. Sedated, reduced from the most capable creature on the planet To just a pair of eyes and a thumb. This is by design.…

Long before you were her world, She’d type and write and scribble There was so much to write about She’d do it till her heart felt simple. She would…

Every single hair,  Every single chip,  Every single detail,    Must be perfection.    For my work is no less than that.  I am no less than that.   …

‘One’    The keen knife; held only by the handle, Or cut  by merciless metal.    One more, Just one.    It’s always just one,  no?    A hair-thin…

Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that  everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful tower  no longer exists;   She once was a…

You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the window’s reflection to reveal your purpose, Meticulously practising to…

Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus.   It matters not time nor era,  The mountain’s peak, our eternal rest, Where the cycle of infinity ignites into progress…