Moon in my Window

When ravaged and plundered brutally, innocence agonizingly mutes itself. Then, a day arrives- the voice inside revolts fiercely to break free. A Medusa is reborn on this day. Let the story of Medusa evoke in us compassion than fury. …

A time comes when the caterpillar must break the cocoon walls, and a butterfly must spread its wings to fly into the unknown of the vast sky. The butterfly doesn’t know the colors of her wings or the heights of the flight she will have to make to survive. She…

Why me- desperation looks for an answer, each time when asked in agony and tragedy or when nothing makes sense and feels like the walls are closing in on us. The question is crushing and is a cry from a bottomless pit that we may or may not have dug…

A poem on an inner journey — My heart is calm. I found my song, my dance, my heartbeat. It used to skip beats- restless and somber. Sometimes it used to be a faint flutter. Unsure and surviving. I hear my rhythm now, and I am in a trance. I opened the lock to my heart. The key…

A poem on letting go There is a little summer left in me. When the green becomes orange And, there is a red and a yellow in my whispers to the wind. I am transforming with the becoming and unbecoming of me. There is a little green left in me. There is still a little…

How ten seconds of death gave me life I am sitting outside in my backyard with ‘Buddy’ my golden retriever, on my feet. A summer day at its best with clear blue sky, birds on the trees, bees on the pollinators that I had planted, squirrels are trying to outrun…

A poem on finding ‘self’ — I walked in the rain, the drops caressing my long hair. My back was wet, my top clinging to my back. My shoes filled with water making a funny sound with every step. I was walking in the rain down the lonely road. No one was around; I was the…

A poem on trauma response — Hyper independence is being resistant to a healthy form of dependence and is often a trauma response. It is a survival tactic where one builds a fortress that no one can enter. But the fortress constrains us too. “I don’t need anyone.” “I will do it myself.” “I don’t need…