Life, with a pinch of salt

Just another Thursday

Yes, it’s just another Thursday nightBut I’m a bit tipsy just the same.The weekend is oh so overrated And weekdays are mine to tame.I’m teetering on the threshold of timeBut … Continue reading

03/11/2022 · Leave a comment

Solo trips for the sequestered soul

I won’t lie, the very thought of travelling on my own, being out and about in the big wide world, plunged into the unknown – it scares me witless at … Continue reading

13/10/2022 · Leave a comment

Stalemate

Between knowing the unchangeable,and quietly wishing for alternate universes,between cherishing our second chances,and negating all the meaningful moments,between relentless reality that just won’t give,and memories that cave to the rush … Continue reading

13/10/2022 · Leave a comment

Train of thought

And there I was againat the close of daystanding by myself in a sea of people commuters in motion at a busy train station that had long become just a … Continue reading

20/09/2022 · Leave a comment

Dark poetry

I offer wordsto the dark nightit’s not much but that’s alright. It’s the coinI have to payat the gates of sleepto see another day.

16/09/2022 · Leave a comment

Purple sunset

When we’re oldand out of steam,memories running on fumesin the final lap of our lives,I hope we rememberthis melting purple sunsetdipped in easy camaraderieand companionable silenceand chocolate milk-fuelledlanguid aimless long … Continue reading

21/08/2022 · Leave a comment

Stranger moon

The moon, it’s humongous tonight.Like a giant’s face stung by a bee.Or by disillusionment, who knows?Or maybe it has swallowed the dreamsof all those who once loved,and lost more than … Continue reading

14/08/2022 · Leave a comment

3 AM ruminations

I wish they’d told uswhen we were kidsabout all the life lessonsthat time would towon its unbroken backand leave within the cracksof a patchwork heart.I wish they’d taught usway back … Continue reading

10/08/2022 · Leave a comment

The sunset that got away

I found the perfect sunset,a fiery, broody indigo blushstaining the winter skyreflecting on the day’s stories etched in the glass and concretefaces of the city’s jaded giantsthat caged its transient … Continue reading

21/07/2022 · Leave a comment

Cicada conscience

There’s a voice insidelike the hint of a seedwithin an unborn fruitin the heart of a saplingbraving the quietwaiting to break outof yesterday’s soilcraving the light. And this voice insideis … Continue reading

19/06/2022 · Leave a comment