This is my letter to the world.To each one of you.So read till the end.You’ll love it, I promise!I walked into my 7 year old
You wanted the barbie dollThat was a doctor And that could also cook.But it was so expensive, that you didn’t have the heartTo ask your
I was sixWhen Dad took me to see the circusAnd I stood transfixed Before the magician,As the rabbit, the bouquetAnd a young lady,Vanished with a
When is a monster not a monster? After the sun rises and the blood clotsWhen the bruises turn purple from maroon,When he cradles her in
37 Summers later,I sit on that old reclining chair,The one that belonged to my grandmother. I have made a garden out of my home,A reminderOf
The bouquet was taut in my hand with a beautiful paper protecting it. Or perhaps, protecting my hands. It was funny! Why would my hands
Grey Old Eerie Brimming with stories If you look carefully, you can see forms, like wisps of smoke trying to enter the house like humans
PEELING PAINT That long lost memory that resurfaces Like a blow on your face, And you are torn between wondering Where the memory has been
I look out my window Towards that make-shift gate, I have been waiting, For long and it’s about time. It’s just me, the gate, And
If you look carefully, you’ll see that even a garbage dump will have something beautiful. Ignored, but Beautiful. If you look carefully, even your worst
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