The tune on that piano carries Into the night. I stop. Whatever I am doing, soothed By the sound. Tinkering notes Calming, clamouring to be heard Voices from long agoIn this quiet night When all is still…borne. Still, my beating heart, turn down The thunder. The storms rage on But we will beat the tempest…
Tag: poems
N: Nocturne #NaPoWriMo
I sit in the dark While the house sleeps The familiar sighs The gentle creaks The thump of a tail All the sounds I own As the house becomes home And I can rest in peace.
H: Hopelessness #NaPoWriMo
There’s a hole in the roof where the storm came through That night when it poured and the wind blew In gales, up-rooting trees, followed by thunder Lightning striking my fears asunder. I must have blacked out…for when I woke The sky was smiling sweetly and was blue I waited, I waited for three days…
D: Deathwish #NaPoWriMo
Have you ever wondered… How death would taste? Would it slip between your lips Like Spaghetti Bolougnaise? Or would it be tart like the apples That we picked in your garden? Would it melt in the mouth Like raspberry Bavarian? Could it be bitter As artichokes or kale? Or would Death be sweet As our…
Charm #NaPoWriMo
What is that thing you wear, that winds all the way around your wrist, the edges chafing into my skin where it presses against my heart unseen but for a tiny pattern etched in between the lines that I cannot erase…. no matter how much I pretend I do not try.
Betrayal #Napowrimo
On my 18th birthday I was out with friends Doing what raucous teenagers do, we loitered And ate rubbish and finally went home, laughing At something stupid. My father had returned Home early so he could be with me on my day. I saw the hurt in his eyes but he never said a…
Anguish #NaPoWriMo
. That clock is not working, as always, A paper pasted on its face The same faces litter the library The same voices call out in place. I too go about my business as usual Hammering at the keyboard Downing coffee and conversation And forget that you are dead. Except now and then…
C: Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 in five lines. Bitter-sweet Are memories I gather, my soul feeds Drumming at walls I have built, now Weakened.
Eating the worm
I am super excited to announce that my book of poetry, “Eating the Worm,” published by ATLA is now available on Amazon! 🙂 In India, the link is: India In UK and EU, go to UK And for my friends in the the USA and thereabouts US. And do leave a review, friends, I would…
If a song…
If a song could tell a story what a tale it would tell… Of sweaty nights and wild exploits spouting from a bottle made in Hell. Of the lush kisses when it found a voice Pouting lips that caressed it as it fell. Of lonely nights clutching at mottled sheets Faces streaming with tears that…
H: hallux #AtoZChallenge
hallux: big toe. Plural: Halluces You stopped. Pausing in our conversation, your hallux drew a line in the sand and urged me on ahead: “It’s not the end of the world,” you said. Our short walk together was over, I was to carry on as before. And when I looked back, the line had…
