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
Coffee concoction craving cups, Chilly crushed chutneys Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion. Collapsing cutleries Courtesy... Clumsy cooks Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion.
I fear as I sit down to correct, English becomes a dreaded subject Cutted, drawed, noledge… what not they write, And I can just cry over my plight. Poetry Style : Nashers Pic courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy for the Taleathlon 5...
Joy is in the air, With people who care We blend. Our sorrows, we share, Together, shed tear Hearts mend. Placed, no matter where, Our feelings we share, With friend. Poetry Style : Lai Pic Courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy as part of the Taleathlon 5...
My lovely aunt Ms. Brook, loves to cook, Oh.. Nothing from the recipe book. Wonderful tales she cooks, just like that, Masala she adds, leveled and flat. Poetry Style : Nashers Pic Courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy for the Taleathlon 5 event...