The Epilogue of Wanderlust: A Poem

The Epilogue of Wanderlust

 

Wanderlust etched in the calcium of her bones,
Sprinkled like the dust of pixies in the carbon of her soul.
Searching for a pair of arms and a soft smile to call them her home,
On the streets whose names she can’t pronounce where directions are written in a foreign dialect, she rummaged and roam.
Rummaged and Roam.

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3 Day Quote Challenge Day 3 Quote 11-Untamed Wolf

The Rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

3. Nominate three bloggers each day

Quote of the Day:

3 Day Quote Challenge (Day-2) Quote 10- Art of Learning

The Rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

3. Nominate three bloggers each day

Quote of the Day:

3 Day Quote Challenge Hurricanes- Quote 9

Heartfelt Gratitude to Riddhima Penner for nominating me for this challenge. Do give her fabulous poetry a read. Her brain has mosaics of wonderful ideas and her heart pumps with wild magic. 

Unsaved Heroes: A Poem

Unsaved Heroes

Every morning, awoken by the silent screams of her soul,

Like the convulsing tides of the misty ocean reaching on the shore.

Carbon soaked nightmares found tangled in her dreamcatcher,

Heart intoxicated with the fatal poisons of broken matters.

Daughters of History: A Poem

Daughters of History

They said,

History is overcrowded with women who were harmonies,

Cadencing with the delicacy of vulnerable melodies.

Your ancestors were crystal chandeliers and exquisite geodes,

Fragility dribbling from edges and nodes.

 

She camouflaged under the spiral of books,

Caging the brutality and inequality in the lines of a notebook.

She told, girls possess the cells of storm and bravery,

Undefined valour, immeasurable kindness was their geometry.

(Anne Frank)

With Love from Your Soul: A Poem

With Love from Your Soul

Silent wishes of wrapping my arms around your existence,

Erasing your kerosene sodden, trauma laced reminiscence.

Hidden under the charcoal hallways in your mind,

Leaving behind, mosaics of joy and abstracts of sunshine.

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You don’t hear the magical murmurings of the ocean until you leave the shore. So, when you’re with her, skip the small talk.

Tell her what the word ‘home’ means to you. Is it your mother’s lap that smells of apples and cinnamon. Is it somewhere amidst the mountain pines where Orion, the Hunter shimmers with pride?

Your Silhouette Soul: A Poem

Your Silhouette Soul

Like a trivial origami, society folded your soul,

Bending the gigantic galaxies inside you into crumpled rolls.

Questioning your weight, size of clothes and your ambitions,

Creasing your passions into edges of limits and restrictions.