Tanka 4 Read Single →
her fingers scribble
his name on the sand
silently letting the waves
sweep away …
as they did, his body
A potent voice rises from memorys fractured depths, flowing like azure currents, healing the Bodys profound grief, asserting fierce Agency against patriarchy.
her fingers scribble
his name on the sand
silently letting the waves
sweep away …
as they did, his body
kintsugi
azure waters
fill the cracks of my poems
I heal
I heal
shiuli flower
trembles in the night breeze
and perishes at dawn …
what shall I give into
but the burden of my karma
starlit night …
on a pavement
in tattered clothes
a beggar sings Kabira
enlightening the passers-by
Woman,
with her powerful weapon,
voice
is a river
without shore
birds migrate
farther
Oh abandoned one
silent waters —
holding the ache
beneath
blood moon —
fury of high tides
in his eyes
torn apart
piece by piece —
wildflower
an old peepal —
bare limbs
hang in the air
ashes —
the stench of
patriarchy in the air