Tuesday, February 26, 2019


this poem is journey
     blaming (you)
     blaming (me)

when our hearts are stones
      we river with sands, instead of fish 

when our hands are distant shores
      our words are indifferent, instead of warm with care

we forget that we are not mud-carved jars 
      that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils      

as waves rock back & forth
      we  crack, fall apart, feeling unbalanced  
      trying to swim in half-filled 
      or dry nothingness of land
then, think of us  
as pages, empty yet inviting
as flowers, blooming in sleep

      threading beads of happy & sad hours 
      & throwing any clumps of regrets
      to murder of crows

too late or not 
but as long as i'm walking
this poem is catharsis
      forgiving (you)
      & (hopefully)
      forgiving (me)

Monday, February 25, 2019

i offer no resistance

to mighty wind sweeping
rising tides & swirling snow flurries-
i offer globe of lilies

to black birds that disappeared
in shadows of bloomless shrubs-
i offer pockets of seeds

forecast reads:
sky of roaring lions, clouds of restless starlings-
i sip my chocolate

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  Quadrille is 44 word post, with the chosen word, SIP.  Last night, we had a snow blowing advisory with Flurries and strong westerly winds with gusts of 70 to 100 km/h.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

(what music was this_train ride)

everyone else would mute 
     or numb their faces & bodies
     still as snow full moon
     while listening to music
     in their headphones

but not you
     you fold your arms 
     crosswise upon your chest
     thumping in synch with your heartbeat
     your fingers light as air

if only you could
     strip away your heavy
     winter coat & boots
     & sing it
     with butterfly wings

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Lillian.  Thanks for the visit. 

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

i am, my story

i was at war with 
myself & the world

i am here, 
not to provoke you
that i am not you
that my skin is dark rose
that my hair is thick as forest
that my tongue is quick as snake

i am here, because you have given
me compassion
       & priceless gifts 
that i can speak freely
that i can act and believe in my 
       faith and decisions
that i don't need to cover my face
       nor hair if I choose not to
that i don't need to step back 
       for someone else to go in 

i am here, because you made me
see that sky is blue
       not charcoal in dust or gunpowder
see that streets are clean
       not mired in holes or littered by dead
       bodies, whose faces i knew
       whose lives i knew 
       whose nightmares I heard 
see my reflection upon the emerald lake
       underneath this scarred face & body
       ...a fire in my eyes 
       ...a sword my hands move  
                                                 to grasp

i am here.
thank you for a new 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Privilege, hosted by Anmol (HA).   I admire my adopted country, Canada, for being in forefront of defending and advocating for women rights like the Yazidi women who survived ISIS and the Saudi teen escaping Saudi Arabia.

Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

at the mall

a young man sits beside my table
          in food court, without ordering
          just twirling & examining his 
hands, as if he is reading
          private letter, sacred
          to himself
          while everyone else eyes are glued 
          to their phones

i think of delicate glass
          bubbling underneath
i think of colors swirling on canvas
          as his hands clasp, unclasp & fall
on sea of screens & french 
           fries & plastic 

he leaves quietly
          nonchalantly, one last look
          (before disappearing with the rolling crowd)
          of lost bird

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Three invisible things


Where the leaves are still
as air and water
grows in darkness -
my breath, (in)visible -


Where my palms are brittle
cold as snow drops, i close my eyes -
there's an invisible layer
the ink traces 
& runs
where my words could not-


Where my clothes are plain
my hair tied in bun
i am a bird with lightning feathers
i am the song, you can't catch

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Theme is Invisible, hosted by Merril D. Smith
Thanks for the visit.