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! ❤️
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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…
Layers
Sometimes we don’t know what’s inside a person. People are like onions; you peel a layer you’ll find one more.
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.
Unforgotten
Never wholly off my mind, you are unspoken in conversations and unravelled in dreams.Interred are the warm embraces and soft kisses, a sedated evanescence. What’s imprinted are the torn fabrics of a web spun out of indifference, lust and careless affection. Etched on the stony surfaces of a scarred heart, a reminder of treasure born…
Awaiting her monsoon…
She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window…
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…
First Kiss
The high you feel in love has no equivalence to any substance. Those feelings between that of an affable affection and intense, fiery passion possess a warmth that softens the coldest of hearts. Who is she to stand a chance against such adorations? She was mesmerized by his brown eyes. Her breath caught every time…
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…
As a Girl thinketh.... 