Quarantime – the poem. (NaPoWriMo #20)

you wake up at the early crack of dawn - except it's late in the afternoon. the early light did knock on your windows, hopeful of this being the day it gets to peer into your sleepy eyes - but was left unattended, disappointed - maybe another day. maybe another day of this getting up …

Is knowing really half the battle? (NaPoWriMo #19)

when the ones you love want to give up voluntarily and there's nothing you can do for the hope that's dying is knowing even half the battle, really? you can be the adviser, the comforter - surely but the patchwork of tears you sew, barely a stitch in time when the ones you love want …

random thoughts about a word that has been bothering me lately. (NaPoWriMo #14)

I'm too lazy to type it again for WP, so I'm just attaching the posts I made: Day #14 of NaPoWriMo - random thoughts about a word that has been bothering me lately. In which I try creating a zigzag poem while ranting, forget the pattern alternately, fail almost comically, and end up digressing magnificently. …

Voices. (NaPoWriMo #12)

I love soothing, silent voices. I love a voice that has a smile in it, a little laughter, which you can almost feel as sublime words escape its lips. I love voices that echo themselves clear, after mumbling away their life through their rolling tongues - voices that have learnt confidence through trial and error, …

Quit. (NaPoWriMo #11)

on days i feel like quitting the things i'm meant to be doing i write. when things get quite overwhelming my performance, far from excelling i write. but never did i consider what path i would pursue if writing poetry itself became a task on my to-do. was i really thinking there was no way …