Category: Poetry
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Poetry, The Constellation Series
Cassiopeia ~ the vain queen

CASSIOPEIA ~ the vain queen They cut my features From the cosmic brilliance, Of every beautiful thing The world had produced. The blood gushing around my body In whorls of white, Like the salted tips of Every ocean wave Pulled towards the night sky. Will they tell you the stories Written by winners and stars […]

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Poetry, The Constellation Series
Andromeda ~ the maiden of sorrow

ANDROMEDA ~ the maiden of sorrow They must have examined The light bouncing off Teardrops, Before they placed me In the sky. That tiny glimmer Of white light In a single drop That gleams gold and silver. A single drop Of molten stardust Extricated from mortal bodies So unlike The sea spray From the angry […]

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Poetry, The Constellation Series
Pavo ~ the peacock

PAVO ~ the peacock I let my light, leak out of my veins Translucent and silver. I let it, dance around the cosmos Skating amongst the planets And all the other rocks and dust, Spreading out like Long fingers Splayed across the universe In an eternal hold. I let it drip slowly Leaving streaks of […]

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Poetry
The Constellation Series

The stars are a wondrous thing to behold. They twinkle in the dark skies like little beacons of hope. A reminder of the light. For me, they’ve always held enchantment. The constellations even more so. After all, the stars are placed in the cosmos in no particular order. It is we who give them an […]

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Poetry
Silences

When I was four, My mother reminded me That little children were liked more When they were silent. And I wondered for many years after What she meant. (‘silence’ – complete absence of sound.) She smiled at me when I made no sound, Revelling in her new found ‘silence’ While I wondered how she could […]

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Hot Topics, Poetry
A Road in Aleppo

I have seen the roads in Aleppo, Dry tarmac and asphalt Flood with a crimson liquid. A mixture of rain and drain water And the lives of little children Seeping through, Broken bones & torn arteries Coloring the streets With their blood. Two little boys Who sat amongst A pile of rubble Smiled, holding each […]

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Poetry
Sailboats

I christened my sailboat With a bottle of red wine, That tasted like cracked glass And something more intangible. Perhaps, The tartness of Over ripe grapes On a vineyard in Italy, In a golden October, That grew out of My china cup. I set sail my paper boat And let it traipse lazily in my […]

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she.

She is the folkloric woman, Passed down from generation to generation. Body draped in a traditional kanjivaram sari Or perhaps those so finely woven In holy Banaras she is invoked as a Goddess Devi. Reigning from the time That Sita rose from the earth And Draupadi from the flames. ‘Staining’, The name of their husbands […]

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Poetry
Feeling February

Winter winds melted Into pools of lukewarm sunshine That lit up the ground In brown and gold. The sky when the sun rose and set, Was a mixture of insipid and unfulfilling blue With the color of ripened mangoes A shade of pink that could not be placed, Kesari milk and lavender boughs. The air […]

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Poetry
The Painting

The wind struck your body;In the lieu of a stormConjured simply of deep azureSunset pinks and royal purplesThat swirled like secretsIn a lipstick stained wine glass,And tipped and raged out of boundsLike sorry drunken truths.The storm- it let the breeze caress you.And your skin broke into goosebumpsEmbroidered like constellations,Stitched stars that told me storiesOf astronauts […]