MasticadoresIndia: Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind

how could we ever hold hands with our fists closed so tight we are still walking alone vary of the rolling stones could we ever go forward forgetting… Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind Another one on MasticadoresIndia! Thank you Terveen! ❤️

MasticadoresIndia: Morning Eyes by Janani Arvind

Sweet voice of a songbirda crow’s caw cutting throughthe crunching of beans in the coffee machinemoist and cold and warm at the same timeunder the … Read the full post here on MasticadoresIndia I’m super excited to let you guys know that my poem Morning eyes has been published on the MasticadoresIndia platform! Thanks a…

Second chance #poetry

This poem is about help offered at the right time. We all need help now and then. Whether we ask for it or take it up when it’s offered is up to us.

Oasis

A 40 word poetry written in response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #220 Oasis.

Drifting soul

Butterflies long gone A stint of swarming flies An open grave With an empty casket No dead flowers or any rotten flesh Should have buried everything When there was still a chance It’s too late now Slowly rotted, then eaten away Not a bite left behind Yet there exists a wisp of soul Floating away…

Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Echoes

Happy words, pretty words and Everything cheery Deftly tossed asidePerhaps had the ink dried Before the writing vanished A sliver of hope, here be,To avert their evanescence Now it’s too late, for they areDispersed and dissipated As ash on a riverbank No trace of them anywhere Not a bit of burnt scent left Nor a…

Cross over

I had hoped to make it through Sand blasting into my eyes Wheezing and aching through the storm Across the the smouldering wreck To live past distress when all is done I had hoped to make it through Another day, another night Tossing and turning every wakeful hour Pulling out of the pit of hell…

Brews and blends

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153 Her questions were, How do my thoughts get processed into words? Or do my words spur thoughts? How do they interact My response to her questions, as to how thoughts brew into words and words blend the images in our mind, At times they flow and blendLike water colors on canvasAnd…

Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…