lies remain true

broken every promise only your lies remain true mirror's stained reflections dyed a crimson hue revenge bleeds slowly drip by drip.. ** I used to write a lot of micropoetry on Twitter for various prompts. Interesting to discover them after so long. I even forget what I was imagining when I wrote some of them.

a touch of crimson

and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise

Rearranged

After I created A Land, Broken at my poetry workshop we had to rearrange the same poem from 2 quatrains to 4 couplets, without deleting or adding any words.  when should we be unheard? we, the interdependent and erect hearts spoke in the master’s tongue                         … Continue reading Rearranged

A Land, Broken

I am participating in a Poetry Workshop where we will develop a habit of writing poems. The task for this week was to write an 8-line poem that has 2 quatrains (4 lines each) Being the 14th/15th August, I was inspired to write: When a land is broken by her masters And the pain we forget, … Continue reading A Land, Broken

Once Upon a Time

Bound by blood Detached by doctrine Once upon a time There used to be one god

RIP Garissa University College Students

How do I go back to normality? What is normal, even? Is God ashamed of us? I certainly hope so I hope destiny hadn't planned these events I hope our fate hasn't already been written Into the history books of the future I only hope humans have deviated from the course of humanity Because only … Continue reading RIP Garissa University College Students

hues of red

hues of red in a common thread vermillion through blood to rose petals scattered over the white shroud but she stands proud a sacrifice so bold she would repeat double-fold ~ may the offerings of the oppressed be accepted ~

Vermillion on her Forehead and Others …

Her betrayal no longer hidden He watched her lying still The blood blended perfectly With the vermillion on her forehead So you recognized me at last? Call me whatever your heart desires 99 and more names are mine But I am only one I locked you in My prison without bars You escaped Why am … Continue reading Vermillion on her Forehead and Others …