prolific are we
in our thoughts unseen

beautiful unsung melodies
playing the tune of our memories

distant kindred spirits
weary with the worldly physics

together we weave
a linguistic tapestry

42 degrees with high winds and humidity to boot
Staying in doors doesn't cut it any longer
See there is a rainbow waiting to greet me as it always finds me
Faded or bright it doesn't really matter
No matter where I roam
It is my beloved daddy saying hello
He passed long ago but he always comes to call
The Rain walker awaits for the special visit

C@rainbowchaser2020

gloves-off, she
leans on her back foot
moves fast and hides tired eyes
behind a battle-blue arm  

from a punch-bloodied mouth
she spills and spits words out on canvas
makes way for cool air- tries to
pacify lungs before they explode, calm
a heart that longs to rebel

she needs to feel loved, but can
be understood only by tracing braille-like-trauma
on her Vaseline skin-
and if she’s not out for the count
she doesn't keep still