To my cocoon I wish to return To the safety of my nest. To the womb that nurtured me Where I had long been in blissful unawareness With eyes shut tight Fists clenched too Yet to feel , see and know The temptations of the mortal world The juggle of daily life The play of emotions The hurt caused by love The disappointments by expectations To foetal pose I wish to return Curled and comfortable In my own hug And stay put there Listening to the lullaby Of my mom’s heartbeat And stay cosy, and unworried With the belief All’s well with me and my world.
Poet’s Note: Life at times throws annoying curve balls at you and during those trying times you wish to escape to some place where you feel safe and want to believe all’s fine. Wishful thinking ! Just a moment of escapism.
Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties
Too tired to sleep on in the morning, I wake up afraid of my own dreams, when the garbage truck arrives at my backdoor.Those men collecting everything with gloves, their tanned and hardened skin. They’re my stepbrothers because they feel