Writing sessions 01

mini collection of freestyle poetry for November

silence

slow afternoon strolls

meals whenever you are alone

Nights are for writing.

It isn't because I despise folks.

I just delight in the silence of a healing heart.

To those who can resonate with me know

that we wait in solidary.

waiting for that empty space to be filled with the songs

of our burden

through the hallway

The traveler walks through the hallway.

Heavy is the load.

The city celebrates

while the messenger cries.

alone but full of light

The world sets foot on the party’s location

while the traveler stays up.

awake until 12

exhausted but rejoicing

dancing secretly and cheerfully

in the presence of the heartbreak 

which is slowly waning.

The city revels

while the traveler shines.

walking with her chin up

not a pretty reality

Once a manipulator

Now I’m on the receiving end.

It is not a pretty reality.

Hence, we don’t withdraw from drawing the subtle yet precious line.

The song of the burden

I hear it clearly

In the middle of the noise.

To be on one's feet

in the midst of a loquacious crowd

felt desolate.

The good news is I don't stand alone

Yes, even on days when I feel I do.

never in the same place

borrowing someone else’s shoes

seeing from their P.O.V.

after all that mess

I don’t want multiple faces.

I long for that consistent heart.

Transposing my yearnings

into the surface of my desk

You are so brave out there

brave for saying sorry

It is the best time.

Sometimes, it is a sad time.

Emotions are ever-changing 

never in the same place with old friends

never in the same place

So, go ahead and

gaze.

sparrow

treasure within

I reflected someone I know.

No one will recall the superficial.

No one will remember the perfectly looking surface.

Rehearsing with the One I know

I learned the dance.

I don't know what I don't know.

Flying across the city

Like a spared sparrow

While the town ran dry,

it drizzled.