Laughing, crying, praying, hoping, that things are going to change, Once again. Cornflowers and rose petals — glittering blue in the sun, while a single red flower, that doesn't have a name holds its own in the background, opening up to the bee that feasts on it hungrily. Cornflowers and rose petals — I long to drape [...]
It's been awhile since I've written a poem in my favourite form, the triolet. I love free form poetry, but I also enjoy writing based on a particular structure, where the rules are defined (rhyming, rhythm, alliteration), and all you have to do is imagine and play with the words until it all comes together. [...]
She bikes furiously as the sun hits her face, and the pedals cycle faster and faster, the wheels having a hard time keeping up with her breath -- The sun hits her body, filling it with warmth but she doesn't notice; she is filled with a force that propels her forward, to say hello to [...]
The soul travels in bookstores, quiet moments, when walking under a leafy green tree on a sidewalk, hearing the leaves whisper softly, saying "I got you" and exhaling... ever so slowly, but with reassurance, knowing with a leap of certainty (not of faith), that it's all going to be ok, because there are verses of [...]
I'm so happy that I'm finally making some progress on a project that's very dear to my heart. For my final project of my creative writing certificate that I'm doing at the University of Toronto, I'm doing my own poetic version of the Ramayana, an ancient Hindu epic that has been in people's minds and [...]
"Find the perfect stone" I say, as the sun meets us halfway. It glitters, still unknown to us, unaware that in a moment, it will be hurtling towards the water -- skimming, and skipping along, one, two, three times! and then a fourth, until it hits the stillness, dislodged -- yet victorious. Joining the others [...]
This morning as I was sipping my tea and typing away on my laptop at the kitchen table, my Mom walked in and we took a break to enjoy the garden. I inhaled the gorgeous scent of our beautiful bright pink peony that had just bloomed. I wish there was a poem that could describe [...]
