I have a graveyard within me,When a day leaves a bad taste in my mouth,After the initial wallowing in anguish and sorrow,I tighten my shoelace, pull up my gloves, and change into a t-shirt I hate,I struggle a little to stuff the memories from the bad day into my backpack, andThen I’m on my way … Continue reading The graveyard within me
Category: Poetry
The aroma of roast coffee
The aroma of roast coffee pulled me into a cafe / I found a quiet spot at one corner/ After ordering a frappuccino, I tried to get comfortable with the place/ I opened my activity book, awkwardly/ But, I had my back towards everyone/ the world, perhaps *pfft*/ I tried not to worry about the … Continue reading The aroma of roast coffee
‘She’
The Tyndall effect makes a beautiful pattern on her wall as she wakes up, She hears the soft rustling of the leaves and birds chirping outside her window, She takes a deep breath pondering what is in for her for the day, In a bright and chirpy mood, she gets ready and walks out of her house prepared … Continue reading ‘She’
I love nature
As I take in everything around me duringmy walk in the woods with the wind in my hair andtrees by my side, gratitude welled up in my chest forthe love of nature had gravitated towards me thoughI pushed it away for all these years. As I look up at the October sky,trying to make out … Continue reading I love nature
The Need for Space
No matter how much of a people’s person you are,take a day or two for yourself becauseeveryone needs time -time to not burn out,time to gather their thoughts,time to decide,time to stop chasing, andtime to take flight. You may think that you don’t need it,but,only when you’ve exhausted your energy,unable to breathe and almost about … Continue reading The Need for Space
When I meet you
From across the room,I could feel your stare burn holes onthe side of my face.When I turned, your gaze was stillfixated on me; totally unfazedthough I caught you staring at me. I frowned and started walking towards youso I could confront you for making mefeel-feel uncomfortable,feel conscious;“No one has stared at me for this long!”and, … Continue reading When I meet you
Life Happened
I remember being a nine-year-old kidasking my parents to write on my cake-“Happy 10th birthday!” Isn’t it weird?How we all wanted to grow up so fast?Always wondering how it would feelto be an adult by imagining ourselvesin places like high school, university, work,getting married and sometimes dying. I wish instead of spending my time dreaming … Continue reading Life Happened
Right or Wrong?
Is it wrong to wonderhow it would feel toleave my footprint behindas a reminder of me forever? Is it wrong to wonderif I wander to the middle of nowheremy footprint will allow someone tocome to my rescue and guide me back? Is it wrong to hopeI won’t be hidden by the leaves during autumnor washed … Continue reading Right or Wrong?
Why do I write?
In the middle of the night, when I’m staring at the ceiling andreplaying every tiny detail, an idea strikes my head –I can either have a sleepless night worrying about‘what if’s’ or I can seize the moment and write awaymy train of thoughts to describe everythingyet nothing which is precisely the way I feel. I … Continue reading Why do I write?
Letting Go
Original art by Abinaya Ramesh I kept searching for an answerTo the simplest question,“Why did I leave you?”I loved you so much andI gave it my all, butAt one point,I had nothing more to give I felt empty being with youday after dayNot knowing the reason I started thisEven that reason was not enough To make … Continue reading Letting Go
World of Jeana 