Love

Love is in the sigh of an aching lover It is at the feet of an aging mother Love is in the petals of a beautiful rose, It  is in the farewell of a soldier who goes Love is in the act of a divine consummation  It  is in a pleasure of an orgasmic elation  …

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Refuge

I took refuge in myself as a hermit in an ancient cage, enduring the thunders and  the howls of angry wolves in my brain, as the centers would not hold, no one ever cared for my broken words so I started to scribble long verses on my aching heart while taking refuge in my my …

I Am A Wildflower

I may not be the exquisite rose of your French orchids, or the fragrant Jasmine of your manicured lawns. A wildflower of some unknown species, yes I am of a wild tribe! The type that grows on the sides of your very dirty roads and muddy paths, the kind whose seeds are never sowed and …

The Prophet

Met a wise man once, Not a chiseled, silver beard monk, But a weathered limping man. A prophet he started to narrate a tale, Not a saga of god and ablutions Nor sordid scripture of poverty around Standing majestic on the banks of holy river He whispered softly in my ears listen to the melody …

But I Am Happy

In all my innocence, I thought you will listen gently to the beats of my heart, I cried and howled as I was alone and scared I knew we both spoke different languages but still put my trust because I yearned to speak and liberate myself from the fear and the million different voices in …

Love Bird

Love is not possessing Love is setting the caged bird free to soar high in the vast azure skies and when it returns at the somber dusk, fondle it not like a pet but a lover, only to fly back at the dawn for love is not possessing and beauty of  birds is in the blue skies. Tanya Shukla …

Sometimes I Sip Sooty Coffee

On my way to home, there are moments when I casually sip a dark sooty coffee, ashen black to remove the stubborn charcoal stains from  my green heart, legacy of a sheltered sub-urban life, I meander through the curvy narrow lanes, stretching wide from top like sagging bosoms but contained through metallic wired frilled brassieres and …

A Dying Man

Yesterday saw a dying man lying breathless on the cobbled pavement, near the majestic Promenade A face so fragile, marred by the ailment called life, a look of a victim  and hardships endured An appearance of a sullen disappointment, masked beneath  the scaly, withered skin Hanging on to one thread of breath, life gradually dithering,  …