Across the lake
Unto the sky
There bloomed a rainbow
To feast my eye
...
childhood-
chipped pieces of wood
stoking
fires of youth
...
On that early winter morning
The sun and I wiggled our way
Cutting through the placenta
To touch the earth to begin
...
Haven’t I planned to frame
And hang on the wall?
Ah, lackluster walls
Insipid!
...
free me from memory trap
just as the foot prints on
a sandy beach get constantly
washed away by the waves
...
Heart within heart
Life within life
A hope?
A mirage?
...
</>every month
my womanhood gets
thrown into the dustbin
at the street corner
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had always toyed with
this idea we call destiny
is it some pre-programmed stuff?
is it scripted by me?
...
once again the earth
stealthily gnawed at her own margins
entombing gods and humans alike.
freezing all human activity
...