Soulful is how I first described your eyesAnd souls don’t ever die, you know I’ve been reading you for a long time nowYou’ve been letting me look right into youAnd glimpse serene Wonderland through your eyes. You weren’t born to be world-weary or even worldly-wisePlease, don’t grieve so much… I…
Listen
Listen to her speak
Hear every word she says
and also how she says it
Who are we beyond labels of relationship?
This is my contribution to the blog-a-thon on Street Harassment organized by Blank Noise Project. Mama says don’t go here, don’t go thereDad tells me to stop ‘attracting attention’ with my clothesMa tells me she doesn’t have a problem if I look good; only that other people will think so…
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
I don’t lieI just make the truth a little less easy to findHide-and-seek is best played between two people If I am foundI don’t runThis is not tag and I don’t mix games I find tag mind-numbingHunting is quite different from chasingI stake out, I stalk and I pounce Sometimes…
I like the way you say my nameBecause you say it so very rarelyWe talk so much about other peopleRarely about ourselvesAnd there is so much soliloquyThat the need for “I” and “you” doesn’t exist I like to hear you say my nameBecause it reminds me of this game we’re…
Reflecting on the profound connection between self and mirrors, a poetic exploration of emotions, vulnerability, and the unspoken truth within reflections.
Whispers of departure in silence. A poetic escape of vapour, leaving only a question mark behind. The delicate balance between sensitivity and realism.
The mutual seduction of Earth and Ocean and the games they play, the games we play