Poetry

Oct
07
An stainless steel plate full of sliced onions, placed on a red plastic chair.

Thinly sliced.

Day 27 of my 100-day writing project.
1 min read
Sep
28
A swarm of bees surround a bee box.

Spell the word.

Day 18 of my 100-day writing project
1 min read
Sep
20
A corridor with tropical plants in pots on the right side.

The story of a summer.

Day 10 of my 100-day writing project.
2 min read
Sep
17
A green field with a long wooden fence that runs across the edge of the land to signify a boundary.

Boundaries.

If lines could be drawn and walls could be built, I’d be the chief of my thoughts and the queen of my feelings.
1 min read
Aug
22
Hiding

Hiding

I roll my tongue and hide it inside the cave of my mouth.
1 min read
Jul
02
A month of shadows

A month of shadows

I slacked and moped around, whined about being creatively blocked, and emotionally drained. June was a month of shadows.
1 min read
Jun
07
Trance

Trance

Slipping between random movements of my eyelids, I pause to breathe. My breath rises and falls; it chases the film that unfolds. I’m a witness.
1 min read
Jun
01
Skies of yore

Skies of yore

The sun bursts into a million flames, painting the sky with its richness of light ochers, bright yellows and burnt siennas.
1 min read
May
25
Low angle shot of a cherry blossom tree against the backdrop of the blue sky.

Freedom

The sky always tells a story.
1 min read
Apr
22
Thursday

Thursday

I breathed fire. I revered the sun. I wore my passion in my heart, and swore my life to my art. I danced to the tune of cackling embers.
2 min read