I hide my beak under my wing today

I hide my beak under my wing today
Put your pen down
Listen to the white noise
Amidst all that is gray

Listen to the shrill echo
Of the word unsaid
I hide my beak under my wing today

Promise

One writing community on Orkut has taken Promise as the theme for this week. To write about.. I will try to scribble something about Promise too

Promise

Dewy eyed little girl
The path of that butterfly
Outstretched finger
To the dotted black wing

Outstretched little finger
Over this blue green nerve
As he turns his back
His clenched fist
Under her meek fingers

The stone pathway
Away from their home
His lonesome walk
Back to the empty shack

Betrayal.
Outstretched little hand
The promise put to death

Don't paint me blue

Don’t paint me with that blue
I am the tranquil of the starlit silver
Don’t take me to that edge
I am the fallen leaf straight from the tree

They strap me to the lamppost
Leave me there under the yellow light
The rope, it cuts my wrist
The black inside of me doesn’t lighten bright

How does it feel to be a woman?

We are a day away from the International Women’s Day. I just thought today..I should think today.

How does it feel to be a woman?
*It feels like the sun and the rain. It feels poetic. I think being a woman makes me love fearlessly, selflessly, wholeheartedly. I can reach out like no man can. Every woman can reach out that way.

*It makes me vulnerable. My eyes speak. The world is blind. Yet, my eyes speak.

*It gives me the strength to walk alone. It lights me from inside when the world shuts every light.

*I can lead. But I won’t. I will follow you because I want to.

The crazy woman
She still loves
Like the lightening
She is born again

Earth had to be a woman
Her one resolve
Turns his tide

The crazy woman
She walks the last mile
of his no man’s land

The midnight darkness
is the thin line of her kohl

the winkled hand

like the perfectionist
like some avant-garde artist
etches the lines on his young palm.