I watch the flock of cranes pass by,
and search with them for a warmer hearth
where welcoming arms may await me.
I think of you–
a life lost to ambition.
The chill of winter creeps up my spine.
No arms would welcome me
anywhere.
I am here to freeze alone
in my own company.
The moon is beneath my feet
as I tread carefully
down the silver road
afraid to dispel the magical calm
that holds me together
and stops me from falling apart
from your thought.
Quietly,
I step on the stars
that fall on the way
to my place of rest,
never feeling the burn
of the amber beneath
my bare feet.
My mind’s numb
and so’s my heart
with the chill
that surrounds me.
Once the water rises
filling my emptiness…
We’ll see…
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The sky was dark
and the air charged
with the electric between us.
He leaned in until
his face touched mine.
I closed my eyes waiting.
His open lips shattered
my tough facade,
reaching my molten heart.
The universe witnessed
our union as
the Sky and Earth combined
under the blessed showers.
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That day, when I sat next to you, you fidgeted in your seat, ashamed to share your space with a girl like me. You didn’t think I noticed when you rolled your eyes, looking exasperate, at the leggy birdbrain across the class.
One look at my braces and glasses, and you trashed me…like your pencil shavings.
You had walked in the room
for the first time
after we married
for love–
one that I had fought for
against my world.
I was shivering with anticipation
as you kissed my cheek,
and then,
without a preface,
you asked me
(on the day you wed me for ‘love’)
when my father would send the money.
When I answered,
I saw your face fall.
you hadn’t married me
for love, after all.
That day my world tumbled
Until nothing made sense anymore.
You had walked in the room
For the first time
After we married
For love–
One that I had fought for
Against my world.
I was shivering with anticipation
As you kissed my cheek,
And then,
Without a preface,
You asked me
(On the day you wed me for ‘love’)
When my father would send the money.
When I answered,
I saw your face fall.
You hadn’t married me
For love, after all.
That day my world tumbled
Until nothing made sense anymore.
I had always been like that–
Building shrines
For dead butterflies,
And visiting
With the freshest flowers.
You had been like that too,
Loving me for little things,
Until you grew up
And I didn’t.
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Along the highway,
the sprawling forest
clings to the shoulder
of the steep hill.
The tall Cedar
growing on the sides
bend all the way upwards
to hug and please,
hoping the hill wouldn’t
shrug them off
into the abyss…
so much like I do
everyday
for you.
This post is now part of a short story collection. I will upload the links soon.
Short Stories 