I remember her
in old
photographs

she'd been
daydreaming
all her life
in her under-age
world

spinning
like a top
eternity
in her head
But recklessness
on her tongue

crusading for
******* summers
in Europe
and all that comes
splendidly hither

when laid down
by the embers
in the groves
close to
the congenial sea

I rightly recall
before the page
turning

electric particles
shooting off
as fireworks
in each of her
copper eyes

and how destiny's
curtain fell
with such
suddenness
that morning of
the thin blue line

I sit on my window sill,
Waiting for the garbage van,
As soon as I see them collecting next-door,
I rush out like a gust of wind,
I am there fidgety
Standing beside my bin,
Blushing, as he comes to collect ours,
I have a huge crush on our garbage collector.
On days he doesn't come even the sun forgets to smile.,
On days he comes,
And we exchange pleasantries,
Which is mostly,
Mum sees stars twinkling in my eyes,
She knows
16/3/2021

Living and experiencing life
depends for a great deal on
where you are born
where you are from
Some people sadly ,
always have
to look at life through
a veil of tears.

Shell✨🐚

Take a hard look
Turn off the noise of the past
If those toxic creatures messed with your soul
Set yourself and them free
Once they roll off their thrones
Bid them and what they did a long over due farewell
Take along hard look and realize they did a number on you because you didn't know better and you were too sensitive to see for yourself
Beauty is inside and out

C@rainbowchaser2021

Blazing in my blood,
you were coming down, yellow moon.
No, not you were my enemy.

With you gone, I was
living in marrow-bone to shut my
door of love, to hurt myself.

My encounters with words
were failing. I see your unkissed
lips losing their pink colors.