scared

Feet on the edge of a cliff, hanging, hanging, just one more push Mr. Wind. Yet sweaty hands cling, cling, to unseen twigs, not willing, not willing, to dive, deep, deep, into the pit of love. I have always been brave, blunt, honest, but I cannot leap, else I’ll be a mess. Yes,  I am […]

snowdrops and broken hearts: a monorhyme*

Pluck one, and then two, hold those tears, though true, “He loves you not.” Chew perished juice— his rue. Pluck three, four, five. Phew. Let him go. Adieu. Enough of flower’s woo, your chapter is through. Spit the seed ‘side you. Beside your window’s view, sink yesterday’s blue, water with hope’s brew. Wait for spring’s […]

excerpt 4: the vow

I love how you made me brave. Like a spineless caterpillar you turned me into this brave but still soft butterfly, flying from one milestone to another because I know you always got my back.  And I love you for choosing to break out of your shell to choose me. For your bravery to choose […]

for you: a zejel*

To you, who will hold my dear heart with its hidden, broken sharp parts, for you, dear, I write this word art. Love’s a known sea I did explore. Yes, I have loved some hims before. Yet I know for us it’ll be much more. Let’s wait until our story starts. For now, let me […]

a land i wish is a myth

in sixteen seconds, bang… bang, bang, bang, bang. two young breaths cold and glass-eyed. behind’s a pair of teen-hands. instead of his birthday cake, with a pistol, he blows his own mind last. in sixteen seconds. another school joins an exclusive club no one dreams or wants. in sixteen seconds the sky gulps, to welcome […]

New Book Alert: Poems for S | December 2019

View this post on Instagram With a heart full of hope and lit with light of love, I share with you my new book, my third poetry collection, #PoemsForS. It may sound cheesy and sweet at first glance, but love, we know, isn’t always inside the heavenly cloud nine. Beyond i love you’s, mein aapse […]

on Mars and moth

Man-made machines flying will not satiate humans’ dreaming from the clouds to the moon, even Mars is under planning. A brave moth hunting for the fire that can burn its metal wings. — 07.21.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales, Week 181 If you want to […]

the definition of home

He walks ahead of me with his old rucksack and a carton box he asked from a store owner politely. A couple, giggling in front of him, stopped laughing to cross the road, perhaps afraid of his dirt-filled skin. I trace his steps under the faint moonglow not to say a shy hello, but to murmur […]

postal code stamps

Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we’re treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts, […]

words’ way

Perhaps, there is, maybe, a biological malfunction in me, instead of a mouth singing to the tune of bell-voiced hymns the language of my soul speaks not with dust-tongued shrieks but with the dancing lettered-runes under a smiling owl-light moon, tiptoeing from my scarlet muscle-cave flowing, twirling with each brainwave until they reach the tip of […]