song soup

take that cup, the china one, dusting inside the unlit cupboard. pour some notes of G and D, let your whisking fingers swirl, and swirl, in the key of C. see how the dancing strings strum this stew of melody. now let's sprinkle, sprinkle, the lettered honey dripping from the flower inside your chest, rest… Continue reading song soup

g o l d s m i t h ( a haibun )

Whenever I look back, I see the zigzag road of twists and turns, of ups and downs, my once proud heart has been through. I was a decorated student. My dad won't walk with me in graduation ceremonies without a medal. His standard has been my fire. To excel. To be the best. To aim… Continue reading g o l d s m i t h ( a haibun )

p r e a m b l e

Softly part my curtain thick with innocence preserved by conscious choice. Brick by brick, please gently chip, my wall of fear--- to be charted by a pair of searching hands detached from my own wheat arms, by loose lips longingly yearning to take what has always been mine, by unknown, foreign organ aching to reach… Continue reading p r e a m b l e

soon, my love

Faint, fainter, faintest, goes the winky cars passing by. Dark, darker, darkest, goes the moonless November sky. Soft, softer, softest goes the notes of lullaby. Sleepy, sleepier, sleepiest, goes the tired city whisp'ring goodbye. Soon, sooner, soonest, I'll be near, as another day dies. — 11.06.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash… Continue reading soon, my love

holy flair

Once upon a blue blood moon the mighty Kanchenjunga said hello, too soon. Over 7,000 feet above the earth's conquering sea, before the final farewell of 2018's only January, the midnight sky made way to let the snow-clothed peak take a silent peek to two pairs of eyes waiting, freezing in almost zero air, yet… Continue reading holy flair

calendar leaves

One year ago I dived into another job, left the comfort of the four corners of a white room filled with the smell of fresh news and sweet scent of deadline sweats. With closed fists and shut eyes, I took a leap away from comfort to embrace the unknown new. Now here we go again.… Continue reading calendar leaves

map of mess

Unfinished coffee, void of warmth, aching for last touch. Oh, the daddy. Spilled sauces blots on canvas, wait, it's kitchen table top. Oh, the mommy. Crumbs of cookies paved roads for the hard working ants. Oh, the eldest. Traps made of Lego too tiny, too tough, barefoot left scathed. Oh the youngest. Bedroom scented with… Continue reading map of mess

b r e a t h e d e a t h

An ache inside the caged loud heart an itch within each vein of hands to ink the thumps, restless, so loud da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found. Perhaps, like leaves of red autumn under the full October moon the muse woke up, and then, looked up, opened its mouth, and then, fade out,… Continue reading b r e a t h e d e a t h

w i n t e r g u m s

Cold against the bare skin of warm, deep-lined palm, colder like a December midnight against the tastebuds of tongue. Brick-hard on top of a hand— so fragile and so soft. Sweet, chewy 'side the calcium cave with teeth-made loft. Perhaps, humans are winter gums— sugar-coated, guarded, armored at first glance, melting, undressing, when inside a… Continue reading w i n t e r g u m s

Paired or Not

We are made with working pairs. Your right hand got your left. Your left ear got your right. Your right eye got your left. Your left lung got your right. We work with built-in pairs. A scissor will never be a scissor, it should be scissors even when added with the phrase "a pair". Trousers… Continue reading Paired or Not