Inescapable

She is drowning,

In a flood of her tears.

Her hand is slipping,

And so is her hope.

She claws at her subconscious,

Only to receive silence.

In those few moments,

She ages years.

She tries to escape,

Knowing that it is hopeless.

And therein lies her problem,

How can you escape the inescapable?


Let me know your interpretations in the comments below…

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Grace, An Illusion

This is my first attempt at micro-poetry (poetry in 140 characters or less). Hope you enjoy!

She trips and falls

Yet she keeps her head high

Clutching on to whatever she can

Trying to be dignified

Who knew a sari could be so troublesome?

A sari is a traditional Indian garment which is elaborately draped around one’s body. I recently wore my first sari and this is basically how it went. But I still felt ‘graceful’!

The End

Lost in the music she danced,

Danced her heart out.

Their eyes met,

Immediately he knew she was the one,

She felt it too.

She fled off to the balcony,

He followed her desperately.

She soon felt  trapped.

Her heart beating fast, eyes dilating,

He couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

The music stopped.

And so did her heart.

As it lay in his hand,

Ripped from her chest.

It was all over.