Happiness evades me. That’s a truth I can see. Come and find me little one, I set myself free. For you cannot see me If I keep hiding from thee
Read Part I – ‘Mirror, mirror’ here Read Part II – ‘Reflection’ here R: My perfect daughter? Someone like me. A lady with poise, intelligence and beauty. A lady who starts her day at the […]
Read Part I – ‘Mirror, mirror’ here Rashida Stone heard clatter when she was watching television one evening. The little one ran in. Cindy broke the mirror, she said with a smirk A rarity, Cindy […]
Seven years ago, seven years to go I thought my mischance was gone, But as I opened the door, you flung off the wall and become a bundle of messy shattered shards. Stunned, I was, […]
I saw her the other day in that cake shop down the road. Mum’s old friend, or should I say the wife of mum’s old friend? Or should I say the wife of mum’s […]
~ The want to vanish is not the need to fade away. Go where the fog takes you for it will show you the way. Go where the fog takes you, we won’t see you […]
This poem is about the life cycle of a volcano with dark underlying hints of domestic violence.
This poem was displayed at ‘Displaced’ – an exhibition at University College London, showing the never before heard stories of the Sri Lankan civil war. It rained today. I ran outside as I heard its […]
Crowd surfer. Me, on a swarm. Surfing the crowd to search for you, my love. My love? You look the same. A duplicate. Fourty hundred people. All the same as you. Peach in tone from intoxicant, […]
Friends come and friends go,
All the memories leave in a flow.
Now I know how victims feel
when the bullies push and threat to kill.
Nobody to protect them; they’re all alone.
But friends will sit and moan and moan.
Then when they move and leave you behind,
You have nothing to do and can only hide.
That lonely feeling which makes you remember,
The laughter and love that you thought would last forever.
And now I’m sitting here all alone,
Nobody to hug, to sit with or moan.