The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…

Chocolate, orange and fantasy

Food is joy, food is sorrow, food is entertainment; but for me? Well I would say food is emotions on a plate. It’s funny how our emotions manage to seep in and make that guilty indulgence turn to a story of satisfaction and complacency. And maybe here’s when food plays the part of landing us in…

Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

In this plastic world,If you tip over and fall, Shatter to a million pieces, Can never stand tall, You are porcelain, And you will be flawed, Called imperfect, fragile, Walked over and clawed, And then will you end up, Broken for life,Your pieces strewn over, Waiting in strife. Unless; You wipe your tears, Step out…

Helium Hearts – an ekphrasis

Perhaps it’s your gentle allure,Or those eyes that draw me in,But as I rise in yonder joy,I burn in love and sin. This love is lighter than the air,Our souls call out in swoon,If we no more on earth do meet,We’ll both still have the moon. For we are made of helium,We’ll fly and dance…

Bouncing back

They just go on laughing at youUsing their little lies,And then enjoy the moments whenWater gushes down your eyes. They tell you that you aren’t goodYou say, “Yes, I am not,”They make you lie to yourself thenWhile they just lie a lot. When you think you’re beautifulThey tell you that you’re wrong,And everyday a mirror…