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…

Written in eternity

Stab me and prod me,And clip both my wings,Hurt me and mute me,And burn all my things. Stab me and prod me,But just know my name,‘Coz when I will rise back,I’ll be doing the same. ~ Hurt me and mute me,But watch as I grow,From ashes to fire,A fire on snow. ~ Come now and…

Turning up the beet!

Hola mi gente! This week has been amazing and food has led my way right to another one of its secret destinations. This food story however is one of utmost simplicity. It’s enthralling how much the simple concept of ‘food’ conceals beneath its layers. Food is very much like an onion. Forgive me for the…

Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,On the boundary of gold,Eyes fixate at summer rays,The last ones bright and bold. Feet dig deep in golden ground,Hands carve onto sand,The wind whistles in ears both,And drops dead to the land. The summer sun will always set,The wind will always die,Does not mean winter will not,For it always passes…

A Confession in a Tanka

Exhilarating, That day, when I stabbed the sky, The world slept in peace, The horizon bled to dawn, And I killed, ruthlessly, the night.