and what of the moles
littered on your neck?

they are tiny stars;

fear not—
i am a cartographer
utilizing kisses.

The Hamster Wheel

The leaves rustle...
Gentle breeze tickle my face,
Flowers paint a mystical scene,
The birds chime now and then
Nature weaves music in colors!

Life beckons you into the wild,
Away from the brick and mortar;
Into the green and lavender hues,
Away from the Hamster wheel.

In the ways of the wild
Where they live each day as new,
Where the unpredictable is the way of life,
Where I will really live a life anew.

No roof over my head; no food on the table,
A fruit from here and a big tree for shade,
I can feel the dewdrops from the tender leaves on my eye.
I lie below the big green sky
On blue moss and slippery stones
And watch a little brook gurgle by.

Suddenly the clock chimes,
I wake up to the chirping birds.. on my mobile!!
I wish I could dream of the wild some more…
Here in this world, I do need a roof and some food on the table
Back on the Hamster wheel, I go.

-Shraddha Satyapal

Hello,
Can you promise me one thing?
Please don't forget me.
I told you I won't start with hello
for it always end with goodbye
But I think,
the time has come
Goodbye.

I sit in silence
I'm not sure what's loudest
The silence

Or the voices
That are screaming
It's a terrible sense of dread

I lay in this bed heavy eyed
And like dust I want to rise
Erase the memories

Ashes blacken this heart
Erase the memories
I am tired of falling apart

I walked away from the sun
And walked into the gallows
Head held low
This world revolving around me goes by so slow..

Now I sit in silence of this night
Waiting for the end of this dream
Sorrow lives through this heart
I pray one day that it will depart
And like dust I want to rise