That Girl On The Net – poem

That Girl On The Net – poem

This is a story of a girl named Felina who used to peacockize on social media with selfies and live videos galore. Losengers from everywhere, commented and liked her, she believed she was adored.   Then one fine day she

Haiku on “Water”

Haiku on “Water”

Monsoon rain paints me elaborate messages on pane. Mystery! Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse. Thank you to Björn Rudberg for the wonderful prompt. Sorry, haven’t been able to access the laptop all day, so wrote a haiku instead.

My First Haiku

My First Haiku

Recently, I have been bitten by the poetry bug. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I know it did. Some days I don’t get the time to even look at myself in the mirror, but I still write.

Bonded by a lie called love

Bonded by a lie called love

buried at home do i exist? i don’t want to be here but i will be bonded by a lie called love try! try! try! never to succeed sabotage my dreams i will still be here bonded by a lie

When It Is Autumn Everywhere Else

When It Is Autumn Everywhere Else

Charcoal clouds shroud the sun. Downpour is imminent. Just like yesterday, or the day before that, when I ventured out on a stroll, was subjected to a cold shower, was chased back by thunder all the (long) way home.  

Taming beasts

Taming beasts

Beasts, with Heads phobic Hearts so icy Feet stamping out breath Hands creating a death toll Exist.   We, smile hug lend a hand write a poem look up to heaven light a lamp of hope that will vanquish the

Heart aches

Heart aches

I. Oh! How the heart aches For liquid gold that slipped through your fingers, For air which you could not trap in your lungs forever, For your neighbor’s pride, You never got a look inside The box, it could be a

Blind in Paradise (Sijo)

Blind in Paradise (Sijo)

Gentle sunbeams, honeyed fields entwined lovers, gurgling streams vibrant fluttering, petrichor surround me on my walk. Seen, unseen. I return to pencil tales of melancholy. A poem? a slice of fiction? or some delightful non-ficton? #WordSante will give you an

Bliss (Elfje)

Bliss (Elfje)

toothless smiling baby cooing to me. snuggle and a tickle giggle I had great fun coming up with this little poem whose form is called an elfje. Curious to know what it is? Head over here to find out and

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