"Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott." - Alfred Tennyson What is this feeling of longing and having at the same time. The knowledge that as soon as you close your fist it'll be within your grasp, … Continue reading Mirroring reality
Look into the mirror and your pupils will dilate as they let in the same light under which your scars go from red to orange they'll let in all the compliments you forgot about when your eyes were fixed on a single silhouette they'll take in all the sleeps where even your mind was resting … Continue reading Black dot
A stranger steps down a lofty hill, Enveloped in cloak of secrecy, conquering peril Sneaks entre in my heart I stand still , snubbing snowflakes from heaven as they depart His thumping beats sing a song thrush Breaking monotony of a sombre saga We nailed our hands together , I confess He was my prince … Continue reading In memory of someone
You say I'm a child but... I know what pain is and how deep it cuts in I know what it is like to hurt and to be hurt I know how it feels not being able to sleep When the night haunts and creep I know when crying doesn't help And the atrocities never … Continue reading
Have you seen, sordid frames Creep into childhood spaces; Have you seen Shadows sulking behind smiling faces? Have you noticed your shadow On the marbled floor, undeterred, Like stained childhood memories? Have you seen How vague are your contours When they touch someone else's? Have you seen them suffocating In the darkness? How exact, how … Continue reading Shadows
Cracked details Or detailed cracks? Tracked deviations Or deviated tracks? Answered questions Or questioned answers? Backed attacks Or attacked backs? - Abhinavanand Singh ( #TheHummingPoet ) Photograph by Abhinavanand Singh.
Beautiful flowers of doom Here they always bloom In the soil of constant sorrow Stuck with no real tomorrow In gardens of wood houses Whose owners have long left With not much to say now Genocide is cultural theft Hands that planted these Were cut from the heart Connected yet in spirit Nothing can do … Continue reading Flowers Of Doom