Inhale the fragrance Of spring in abundance An extravaganza of blooms Poppies, tulips, and lilies Invading coarse sidewalks Boughs are laden with The promise of fruits Casting spells of hope On a talisman of petals Gently pulsating with life
You were always there In every moment and anecdote In the manuscript of my life You were the trapped sighs Between tattered book covers Tangled in a web of my words You were my story, unspoken Unheard, until you become My poetry, prose, and verse!
It was more purple than green An ugly gash refusing to heal Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain Strong enough to erase the pain A bruise so blue, a crimson tear Sweet hurt with trembling fear Yet, I tend to these injuries deep Purge the venom, not let it seep Into crevices of my soul so grim Discard memories like dead skin
Humbled & privileged to have a poem in this collection. I got published nearly after a decade. I had taken a gap from pursuing any publishing opportunities but when I restarted this year, it’s a happy journey! Book Release: Standstill https://t.co/9M7oP6VLZI via @writefluence
I befriended them – Yesterday’s ghosts I roamed around with Ghouls of the past I faced them and asked Stories, trials, anecdotes Until I conquered my fears For venom cures venom They don’t petrify me That threatened me once For we all are now storytellers