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When I was young I did think That freedom was, of growing up a part It took forever for the idea to sink That the true sense of freedom lay in the heart… As a child I envied grown-ups who could Go anywhere without permission I had decided that as an adult I would Do nothing that wasContinue reading “Inner freedom”

All my life I’d tried in vain To metamorphose into the ideal Woman as I’d seen again and again Described in books or captured on reel Right off the bat had I realized Some crucial features I did not possess I lacked the requisite height or the prized Luxurious hair, with which God did not blessContinue reading “Self-discovery”

Looking at my storage shelves one day I saw things spilling out every which way Clothes, accessories, books and journals- Realized I was surrounded by disorder infernal Too many objects, creating clutter and chaos Things bought at random, reason “just because” Acquired for pleasure, but causing irritation Adding to my stress were my prized possessions….Continue reading “Embracing minimalism”

Happiness we pursue relentlessly Hoping we will find it one day, finally In an unexpected corner of the universe This hidden corner must be a curse Because the earth is round as we know We can’t find a corner, though far we may go.. Like a mirage in the desert, these corners are Figments of our imagination,Continue reading “Of corners and happiness”

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ― Ernest HemingwaySix billion souls on this planet each day With fresh hope set out on their way Ostensibly to their places of work, their vocation In reality, searching for the one destination The fabledContinue reading “The journey and the destination”

From my vantage point I can see Throngs of people milling about Usually they stop to look at me Because I have that kind of clout Some give me a mere passing glance Others give me a long, hard stare Some comment on my expression and stance Some would love to touch me, but doContinue reading “The Object of Attention”

If I could ask for one wish to be granted I would choose the gift of peaceful sleep For in doing so, I would lose all unwanted Demons hiding in my soul’s recesses deep.. If I could lay my head on the pillow each night And close my eyes in blissful contentment Forgive every unpleasant remark, everyContinue reading “Sleep”

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least. -Robert Browning Spoken words, expressions, actions can hide Almost anything a person feels inside But when an artist displays his art It unveils the truth hidden in his heart Truth can be monstrous,Continue reading “Truth and art”

As on my life I reflect There are things that I regret Opportunities missed, desires suppressed Feelings for others, never expressed Being held back by irrational fear Clouded by doubt for reasons unclear Looking back at all these with a sigh “If only” is the phrase that makes me cry Regrets weigh me down each step ofContinue reading “Regrets”

If every love that reared its head Was reciprocated, its appetite fed I think it would be a loss to mankind Erosion of creative expression we’d find- For unrequited love’s poignant incantation Has been the catalyst for literary creation, Spurred musical compositions mellifluous,  Inspired poetry, exquisite and scrumptious For rejected lovers have a need to express Their heartbrokenContinue reading “Unrequited love and creativity”

This poem is written from the perspective of a conqueror who has killed countless people in the process of conquering new lands. I was reading a book named “Ines of my soul” which is a work of historical fiction describing the bloody conquest of Chile by Spanish conquistadores, and the book inspired this poem. TheContinue reading “Repentance”