She is drowning. In the fear that this darkness may, perhaps, possibly never get ceased. Too many words of doubt Hard to expound. Perhaps, she is tired of explaining it to the world, to herself. Exhausted by trying to explain. May, perhaps, possibly, her mind getting seized. Too many words of doubt. Hard to expound. …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 13] “Touch me not”
When she was young, she would pause her walk to relish the clumps of Mimosa. The leaves bashfully shrinking to her touch. Never stopped till she closed down every single one of its delicate shy leaves. Never pondered what it must have felt. But today, she feels like a Mimosa herself, touched, harassed, violated. He …
[Poetry] “Empty streets on a dark night”
Empty streets on a dark night, As the city goes to sleep tight Unknown, untold, unsought for; Yet there I was, awake and walking. It was meant to be liberating, To be alive, unchained and free; But I was a woman. Empty streets on a dark night, I didn't know if the …