There is a freckleWho is quite close to my heart. A small thing, unseen by many. Shrouded in mystery, sometimes in modesty. Not much to say, not enough to see. A little pale, a little red--A weak stop sign for the rest of the world. Not as red as he is greenHe won't go, won't fade awayTells me he is unfazed … Continue reading Freckle
Category: My early work
I look down at the abyss/ Somewhere down there/ My salvation, cushion/ Safety net, soft landing.
My Bangalore - A Collage of Senses See The bougainvillea Pink and fresh and everywhere. Peeking out at you Saying hello from Verandahs and fences and parks.
When I leave I'll leave with you:
It's just so sad That we only skimmed the surface of the blue-green waters of our lives.
Papa, I tried. I tried to colour only inside the lines. I tried to always get good grades.I tried to be seen and not heard. God knows, I tried. Perhaps I wasn't made to be a cookieOne of many in a packet. Mama, I tried. I tried to always sit with my knees together. I tried to make rotis round as … Continue reading Out of Boxes
I am not my Ego. But sometimes it's all I am. Sometimes I'm that fearful voice telling me to stop and get back, Back to the cozy cocoon I was once in, Back to denials and excuses, the numbing out of everything that makes me feel alive. I am that schoolyard bully, Reason says don't … Continue reading Samurai
Shweta Bhat Poetry 