Some destinies are rewritten mid-stride. You were never meant to walk the path worn thin by others. Leave the dust, leave the shadows. Fly away, feet—remind your heart how to rise.
Fly Away, Feet, Fly Away
You’re not Listening …
If you’re quick to judge, quicker to insert your own truth, You’re not listening. If you say, “I know exactly how you feel,” Then talk about yourself, You’re not listening.
Untethered, Unafraid
Don’t keep me in your memories I’m not afraid to be forgotten. To be erased from Your thoughts Your heart Your life Your soul.
Dear Goddess Lakshmi, Do Not Come To Our Homes This Diwali
Dear Goddess Lakshmi, Do not come to our homes this Diwali. We have enough money to burn up in smoke even as our cities choke and suffocate. We wager our ill-gotten gains and surplus income on the serves of a card.
The Light Within
Today I needed a gentle hug, I needed to bask in some warm sunshine. Outside was dark and bleak and sad, So, I looked into this heart of mine. But it was just as dark in there, And cracked, and bruised and broken. But through it all I caught a glance, Of all the memories I had stored within.
And every day, hope dies
What is hope? Some people think of it as an endless reservoir that supplies you with an unlimited amount of hope throughout your life. I think of it as something that is born, something that can die, and something that can be killed, too.
Where do your thoughts go?
Where do your thoughts go When they’ve had enough of you? Where do you put them down When they become too heavy to carry around in your head? Do you place them gently in the pages of your journal, watch them tuck themselves in between the lines, lay their heads on your words, and fall asleep?
The Wise Little Cat
Aww, little kitty cat, Thanks for making me realise, That it’s important to stop a bit, And smell the flowers nice. Hoomans are dumb, so very, very dense, They tend to forget the important stuff, But as long as we've got you around, I think that should be reminder enough!
Fire & Brimstone & Delhi Summers!
Delhi summers! An instrument of torture. A thing of horrors. It drives you stark, raving mad, robs you of hope and happiness, leaves you a husk of your former self! So, what does one do to hold on to sanity? Well, this one creates a bigger suffering ... with her poetry!
Fireflies and Fairylights 