The sun came out the other day, But nobody wanted to play. Clear skies, Pierced with hundreds of cries. Then came the rain. A reminder of the pain. How much more to endure? Too many[…]
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Tag: Poem
Wear your scars
I looked at my scars In the mirror today. I didn’t cringe, Or cry, Or feel angry. Even if I don’t see them, I feel them; As my finger slides across The slight ridges On[…]
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A tale of our times
A poem by Maya Jagjivan Kalicharan, with references by Charles Dickens It was the worst of times, It was the best of times, This is not just a tale of two cities… It’s a tale[…]
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Rain
I hear them Dance Like a toddler on tip toe Gentle Then rapid And now erratic… I smell The freshness of the flowers Their thirst satiated They breathe new life In and Out… I see[…]
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Poem to Myself
Are you busy? Aren’t you always?! Too busy to breathe, I hear you say. Please pause there. What about the moments That take your breath away? Do you savour those? Like the feeling of the[…]
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Time
It is time… Time to Channel my creativity; Come out of my cocoon; Wriggle my way out Of this writer’s block. It is frustrating. I fight with my keyboard. I wrestle with my pencil. My[…]
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Making alterations
Stitch by stitch Step by step Swiftly Deftly Her fingers moved As if was she stringing a guitar The piece of fabric was her instrument And she, an amateur artist. Dress designing Happened by default.[…]
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Seek the silence
Far away from the voices, Leaving the noise in the distance, I travel to a place of silence. And here, I find myself. In that silence, I am one With my thoughts, And an imagination[…]
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The scent
I sniffed it in, And then I sniffed it in again. I had missed it. I had forgotten how it made me feel… The unmistakable scent Of the fresh grass after the rain. Refreshing, Re-invigorating,[…]
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Sisters of South Africa
We are here We are here every day, Not just today Or this month. In August, the winds blow in a different direction in South Africa. In August, women are celebrated and honoured women are[…]
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