A vision, in the swirls of smoke, A fantasy, of the freedom she longed, from saucers, pans and tightened hair-strands, A paradise, hidden beyond clutches of patriarchy.
Category: Short pieces
Chaos
In chaos, I drown lose my identity, revert to basics. In chaos, I struggle erase my rhythm, re-write the lyrics. In chaos, I strive burn to ashes, rise like a phoenix. In chaos, I live. In chaos, I shine. In chaos, I perish.
Time
neither in what was, nor in what will be is where life is; but in this time between these fleeting moments one – here – now one here – gone here, life lives!
Maniishark 