From a mannequin

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…

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…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 2

It’s been another week down in my poetry writing challenge. This week has been even more challenging and demanding for me, through its challenges. For a particular prompt I even had to write a limerick, which is way away from my writing style. However, words I never knew were in me, have found their way…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 1

Hi y’all. On the occasion of national poetry month, I have taken up the task of writing a poem a day, for the entire month, under a custom and eclectic 30 day challenge. Feel free to pick topics from my writing list below, and challenge yourselves to write some wonderful poetry. I would love to…

Our very hefty Christmas dinner

Isn’t Christmas just a wonderful time of the year? The air is heavy with the celebration, the joy, the aroma of wonderful dinner. Ah! It’s just a day past Christmas, and I can’t wait for the next one to arrive. From a very recent conversation with a fellow blogger, I got this wonderful line, “Christmas…