My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…
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A thousand paper cranes
aren’t we all.just paper cranes.our paper wings.our paper veins.our paper necks.our paper skies.folding petty.paper lies. no. not flesh and bone.not smiles and screams.aren’t we all.just paper dreams? It took me the last 51 days to fold my first 1000 paper cranes. According to Japanese tradition, folding 1,000 paper cranes gives a person a chance to…
Hold on
When it hurts,And all is lost,When eyes go damp,And dreams are tossed. When all you see,Is bleeding snow,There is this thing,You ought to know. That life is cruel,This world is small,And fate goes laughing,At us all. Only those that,Hold on will stay,For what is meant,Will find its way. So take a step,And fall and stand,For…
Sugar and Salt
© Shanyu Bihani 2020
A water lily’s serenade
I sleep in thoseDungeons dark.Shadowed thoughts.Forgotten dreams.Skin paper thin.YetWhen you touch me,With your fingers of gold-The musty mistOf melancholy dies.Darkness cowersUnder your effulgent shine.My skin’s aglowIn your lilac light,Intoxicating, my sun,I your amethyst eyes, In your gentle kiss, is your lover’s rise.
Sui Generis 