She who carries us within, Going through changes herself, Physical, psychological and at times fatal. She who nurtures us, Forgoing her sleep and hunger, Yet questioned, criticised for the slightest flaw. She who bears the bone-breaking pain Or the 11...
All people around, Fourteen on ground, excluding him And several in the stands, Ducked for safety, And covered their faces. The kangaroo squad, Were worried more, To face his wrath, Than the dust storm, That swept Sharjah. As the dust subsided, ...
Vibrant hues coloured the streets, Beats of the dhol added charm, Bhangra dancers swayed to the beats, Baisakhi… a time to rejoice. Men and women, Young, old and toddlers too, Danced their way into the garden, To listen to their leaders. Dressed...
Laughing through the laughter group, I feel your energy flow, It is indeed fun being in that troupe. My tongue now satiates the tasty soup, About you I get to know, Laughing through the laughter group. How difficult it is to bend and scoop, But, you...
Existence, A biggest question, When yours become alien Alien tries hard to absorb you You gel in, yet feel left out. Feeling lost in crowd, Refugee. Trying to embrace, Adapt, survive and sail through The challenges that you didn't ask for. Despite being uprooted, ...
Beep, beep, said the heart, machines made a start, With wires. Surgeon did his art, my thoughts raced apart, Full fires. Did he do his part? Justice did impart? Heart tires. Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash *Written in Artoonsinn Poetry Parlour for Poetic...
There is a limit to endure, Calling names isn't fun, You aren't safe, if I ain't secure. Can you all be a bit mature? Realise I am only one. There is a limit to endure. I am not very sure, Of my survival, when belittling is spun, You aren't safe,...
Draped in simple attire of black and red, You were our sole messenger to the world You spoke our heart, when words remained unsaid, when you opened up, emotions unfurled You were fed news, that eagerly was read, Some sobbed, some sat morose and some just swirled. You...
Words danced on sheets Like on sweets, flies, Or, streets with dust. My eyes just ache, It must, rest well, Else a hell it's, To tell, it's hard. Poetry Style : Than-bauk Poem initially published in Penmancy for Taleathlon 5 event