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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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When In Spring We Sing
When in Spring We Sing violently like the birds in the early morning. Saying: get up you lazy hen it’s time to begin anew.
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Winds in the East
Everything’s changing. Even as I sit here, writing this, I can feel it. I know that whatever happens today can never be repeated tomorrow.
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Ore
my home smells like baking grass and diluted smoke it tastes like salt, like when i used to lick my hands as a child and came up with a mouthful…
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Look How She Grows!
Look how she grows! Why she does it no one knows. Science can say this how seedlings sprout with sun, But no one knows just why she grows, Or where…
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Life?
What is life? Just one more breath? The process of being, before you are dead? The presence of pain, So you know that it’s real, Or the dull empty depth,…
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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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art
there's a blank canvas in front of you waiting to be drawn on or painted if you desired but the pencil is left on the table
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Written in Chalk
With trembling hands, She grasps the chalk, So fragile and breakable, a wisp of white In the dark, dank basement. She cowers at the feet of her father Who barks…
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Falling Out of Love
Did you see us falling in love? I didn’t. We never knew of loving, With all our capabilities, Till one day, we fell in love, And love was all we…
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Round and Round the Rounds
how would i ever start to talk about my brother's heart? once stark and shining, like the sun, too soon found all its beating done.
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Joy in the Dark
Winter mist rippled through the grass, Sending sweet chills down your back. Beneath all the layers of snow, There's much to uncover.
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translated tongues
somewhere along the way, we got lost in translation. tongues that once spoke fluent twisted and turned turbulent.
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shattered remains
i have spent my life under a rock not knowing what it means to live i’ve spent my life in solitude waiting for the moment when i wake up and…
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A Broken Wishing Well
never ending expectations are dropped like coins splattered into a fountain they fall and make a splash piercing the water abruptly until it’s smooth silky surface is forced into a…
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POETS, BE HEARD!
We could all use a little poetry right now, don't you think? Be inspired and express yourself through this refreshing live (virtual) event!
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Feminine
If I wear my Father's shirt, do I become a boy? If I cut my hair short, do I cease to be Feminine? What is Femininity anyway? Must Femininity stand…
