weightless earth

where flood goes beyond murky dirt,
transforms into the lightness of a sea’s
cerulean hands guiding transparent streams,

where lighthouses mark the arrival
on a safer place to land, free of clawing
ghosts of the past’s unstitched seams,

where guns burst life instead of endings,
rescuing preys from predators, away
from disturb mind’s cruel schemes,

where kitchens leak of onion and garlic
a prelude to satiated stomachs courtesy
of porcelain plates filled to the brim,

where calendar leaves exhale oxygens
filling gasping lungs with breathing hope,
for the fresh January moonbeams,

where mother earth’s dress dances
with unbearable weightlessness, free from
dark hate, clothed in faith’s balming cream,

where humans are humans being,
living in a new world, a new peace-filled world—
please let not this be an impossible dream.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash
For dVerse’s Poetics: New Year – New World
My book, Poems for S is now available here: https://amzn.to/2CSrGAU  and in India via Pothi.com: https://bit.ly/2M4KwK3
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f l u i d f a i t h

Feeble waves made
of infant dusk’s soft wind,

liquid mirror glows
with sunset’s pastel rind.

Fallen plumeria floats,
decaying but still blooming,

faith, be fluid like water —
rippling, shape-shifting, unending.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Chelsea Audibert on Unsplash

Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere . 

Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: NJ

Dear Bravery

Dear Bravery,

Why do you hide? Do not be afraid of me. Me being around is not necessarily a bad thing. I am good at times and needed too. But if you hide and disappear and vanish into the darkness, the humans we reside in will see no light. They will forever be a friend of the darkness. You need to show up with your friend courage and help the humans move forward. Take them through it all slowly and help them in times of their need. You see, I am not permanent. But I could be, if the humans allow me to. Do not let them. Do not let them make me a permanent home in their beings. If I do, then I will live in them forever and that’s not good. They need you more than they need me. So, please, do not hide.



NJ is the epitome of so much in so few and there is nothing more beautiful than raw. She writes poetry with brevity and depth. But when she writes long poems, you cannot help but be lost on how her words cascade. (please do check her out). Her feedback on my book means so much to me as she is one of my fave writers too. 🌹
Thank you for the looove, sweetie. ❤

(As the release of my BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES nears (this month!), I would like to feature the amazing writers who guided me (technically and morally) all through out this nine-month journey. I am blessed to have them.)

Dear Seasons

Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress—
from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red,
from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare.

Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change—
from chilling trace of frost to charming whiff of blooming flowers
and then to sweet vibrant smell of the sun and finally to loamy, rustic earth aroma.

Like a locked desire I hope to bask my senses into your stunning metamorphosis,
my dear seasons.

Note: Living in a country with two seasons (wet and dry), autumn and winter have been my fascinations since I am a little girl. This is why they are mostly the inspirations of my poems and fictions. 😉
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Open Link Night # 182 by Bodhirose  who wrote about Florida’s Fall.





Disenthral: A Deten*

I’ve lived
so happily
inside your own dark world,
without a desire to be freed

I did
tried to break free
against your harsh brute words
but I failed like a wilted seed,

Mind lead
weak heart fin’lly,
they fought for my own worth
and burned your spell like a wild weed,
I’m free.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)

*The Deten has a unique rhyme scheme. It was created by Johnn Schroeder and can be found at Poetry Base.

The Deten is:

  • a 15 line poem made up of 3 cinquains.
  • meter at the discretion of the poet. Iambic pentameter is suggested, but tetrameter or sprung rhythm would also work. It might interesting to use the Crapsey Cinquain syllabic frame 2-4-6-8-2.
  • rhymed abcab decde fgcfg.

From Darkness*


*A collaboration with my new-found pen-partner, Josslyn Turner of A Life In Transition.

From Darkness

Stumbling, catching breath
Through forest of black
Where dreams are scarce
Breakaway from the static

Searching, seeking light
‘tween trees like beasts
Death seething in the gloom
Catching souls that wilt

Struggling, fighting for purpose
Escape from the lingering shadows
Where regrets are abundant
The light above awaits

Climbing, rushing towards light
Away from a thousand broken promises
Inside the brightness of heaven
Beating heart’s now even.

Following the whispers of the wind
Toward a life anew
Heaven can wait another day
My time is here and now.

Photo Credit: Ariel Ophelia



Raindrops washes my dark tainted pass,
train rails erases mem’ries I don’t want to last.
It’s time to fly fast— away from them, towards his arms.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Wilson Lau 

Note: I said I’m taking a break with writing prompts, but the blessing that would make me busy, I think, is still far away. So here I am, again.. 🙂

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Eighteen.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Come Out


Come Out: A Fib*

free from doubt,
let your heart speak up,
fifty shades of freedom, come out.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is Fifty Shades of Freedom.


Fib or fibonacci poem is based on the Fibonacci sequence. The number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8.

FREE on Amazon: Bound by Life by Arpita Pramanick

Bound by Life by Arpita Pramanick of Scribbles@Arpita is now available for FREE on Amazon!

I am lucky to have read this debut short stories collection and you dare not miss this chance of making this yours! 🙂 To show why, here’s a short excerpt from the review that I have written last February! ❤

What I Love:

If I am to sum up the ten short stories in this book, I would use the word ‘relatable’.

With the diversity of the topics Arpita has delved into, I think every reader can pick a story where he/she can relate.

On my case, the first story titled The Silent Victim appealed to me the most. Because first, I am a lady whose greatest fear is abuse. Like Deepa, I hate it when a man unknown to me gets too close to me too much but like her, I also had my share of traumatic incident once when I was in a bus.

By the way the story was told, with simple yet emotionally powerful words, Arpita was able to make me feel Deepa.

I felt the same heart-tugging effect when I read I am MalaThe story felt so true and so raw.

I love stories who stunned me, stories which I cannot predict the ending, and I am glad I experienced that with Elusive and The Girl with the White Patches

I also liked Bound by Life. It is sadly moving. While The Mother’s Plight actually reminded me of my favorite author’s, Mitch Albom’s, For One More Day.

As a mystery/crime junkie, Arpita was also able to creep me out with The Vaastu Snake.


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