On some wintry morning, I saw a bird on my front lawn. It was a very still bird with greyish feathers and a strange demeanour. A flightless bird. One who had scattered feathers everywhere around it on the green grass. An upside-down bird. Curiously and soundly asleep among the everyday happenings of a Wednesday. ButContinue reading “It’s Just a Flightless Bird”
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Eyes Glued to the Floor
Isn’t it a curious thing How our habits form worldviews And change the very way We move through all the days? When I was young, My head nary looked ahead, Eyes glued to the floor, Downtrodden and defeated. Like a clockwork routine, My gaze falls upon the ground On which I steadily stand And searchesContinue reading “Eyes Glued to the Floor”
Look Up At The Stars
Look up at the stars They’re like pieces of art Floating above the ground The air was cool and the night was dark, at least, away from where we found ourselves; away from the blinding lights of the gazebo decorated with warm fairy lights. Waiting for the last of us to arrive, we mused atContinue reading “Look Up At The Stars”
City Rain
I see clusters of umbrellas in the distance And heads ducking under frantic hands As if to hide from the falling mist. They come in waves and wait at traffic lights, Watching cars pass by and neon lights glow. The rush of necessity drives them forward – They walk briskly, their legs sprayed by dropletsContinue reading “City Rain”
A Cry for Help
If you asked me what I see When I look at you, I’d stifle an awkward smile And cast downward eyes. A little boy, Lost amongst the trees, In a forest of anguish And expectation. The temptation you So desperately crave Could never quite reach Anyone’s ears. You ask me again, You, aContinue reading “A Cry for Help”
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In the place of a loved memory lives another photo. She picked up the small photo frame that once sat on her windowsill; it belonged in front of a flowerbed of lavender, rosemary and honey bees. She gazed at the photo lovingly, but expressed a hint of melancholy in her smile. It was merely anContinue reading “Placeholder”
Silent Observer
27 May 2017 She wasn’t sure what to order. Staring at the chalkboard-hung menus, she scanned through the appetising breakfast options. God only knows how long she stood there deciding -it was a duration long enough for the cashier to ask her “what would you like to order?” twice, only for her to brush themContinue reading “Silent Observer”
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