[NaPoWriMo Poetry-1] “Aita (Grandma)”

When I was born, she was there with me. When she died, I wasn't.   When I spoke the first time, she was there with me. When she spoke the last time, I wasn't.   When I found the strength to walk, she was there with me. When she lost her strength to walk, I …

[Poetry] A window of thoughts

A prisoner looks through the narrow window of his prison cell and retrospects his past actions and life. This poem is a shadow of his thoughts.   Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts; But failed to look up at the sun above. It is bright and shining; enlightened. I envy it, jealous a …

[Poetry] “Empty streets on a dark night”

  Empty streets on a dark night, As the city goes to sleep tight Unknown, untold, unsought for; Yet there I was, awake and walking. It was meant to be liberating, To be alive, unchained and free; But I was a woman.     Empty streets on a dark night, I didn't know if the …