One Sheet At A Time

There is hollowness in my existence. My soul is crumbling like a worn down house in a storm. I am alive… my flesh is not decaying…yet.On a blank sheet of paper, I pen down. I pour over my heart in a book with words tainted in ink. Words that tell my story, words that hide…

Beauty In Destruction

It is serene and quaint, like the calmness before a storm. I can sense it build behind me. Slowly it is growing, taking control. It growls at me as if telling me who is in charge here. But I am relaxed as if I am unaware of its existence. I know it is there, I…

The Happy Me

Do you know when I felt the happiest? It was a few moments before I said “I do” to you. Those last moments of blissful unawareness…The time I didn’t know what was awaiting me. The time when I was dreaming of a life full of love. The time I lived a few years ago…Those moments…

Hell Hath No Fury

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” something about this proverb unsettles me. Does it depict the stereotype that women are very emotional and can get vindictive in the moment of heartbreak? Or does it simply advocates the strength women have and can use when provoked?

Am I A Writer?

With a pen in hand and thoughts in mind, I plan to make sense of these dancing words. I try to string them together into a masterpiece but I fail. I want to pen my thoughts but I can’t. I want to shout them aloud but my voice falters. I want to write and write…

The Battle Of Words

What’s true will turn into poetry, what’s false becomes prose. A poet never loses a battle. they just win words. -Yamini

A Poet’s Tears

No tissue has the power to hold in a poet’s tears. Every drop burns a hole with a verse. -Yamini

In A Daze

Standing atop this mountain, watching the sun go down There is a tornado inside, pulling me with it to drown I am trying to rise beyond it, fighting my way above But it is claiming all of me, taking over me with love I surrender to his power, he shakes me like a rag doll…

Am I Who I Am?

Am I the woman who hears no devil? Or the woman who hears the devil and then shuts ears? Am I the woman who sees no evil? Or the woman who sees the evil and closes eyes to it? Am I the woman who speaks no vile? Or the woman who keeps the vile bottled…

A Poet’s Shadow

Verses are better than shadows, They don’t leave the poet when darkness looms…

Claimed By The Storm

Standing at a crossroad, trying to figure out where to go. Jumbled up thoughts but still a blank stare. Curbing a noise within me that wants to escape out as a shriek. I am shouting on the inside, asking for help but out comes a whisper that nobody hears. I stretch my hand out to…

Woman Of My Dreams

I fight for myself and fight for others in need. I hold my ground when you are shaking the earth under me. My thoughts are my own and I speak what I think. I know what I deserve and won’t settle for less. I am the woman of my dreams.