Category: freeform
Arranging Flowers
| April 16, 2011 | Posted by caroline under freeform |
I have spent the whole day Arranging flowers Picking each posy with care Reds and whites Lovely, side by side, If not a bit boring Oranges and blues The choice of a colour blind bride Fuschia pink Neon yellow Did someone dye them these glaring colours? I’ve just passed the whole day Arranging flowers Checking the petals are moist…
How Badly Do You Want It?
| November 1, 2010 | Posted by caroline under freeform, personal |
“If you want something badly enough, the whole world conspires in helping you achieve it” Don’t act like you’ve never heard that line before. I’ve been spewing that shit for years, and I’m not stopping anytime soon. But how badly do you want it? Do you really want it? ‘Cause if you really wanted…
is it so bad to wake up content and reach for a pen?
| August 16, 2010 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
is it so bad to wake up content and reach for a pen? a smile peels my face, an idea pulls me from between the snarling teeth of sheets, the lulling banks of pillows. the fearless window beckons me near, i am mesmerized by its offerings, its mischievous welcome to share..should i, should i step…
child en machina
| March 14, 2010 | Posted by caroline under freeform |
i see your face turn to gray, and your grin start to smart, there’s a storm inside your head unhinging, pillaging and provoked. you’ve whipped away your umbrella, wading, voraciously, searchingly, in moonlit waters, inviting a chill into your bones. willingly, now, your mind succumbs to fever, and you stand up to the centre of…
| November 23, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, myself, on identity, personal |
most of the time, i;ve looked at her with envy. i blow her off in a fit of spite, while admiring her from the corner of my eye. she’s everything i;ve wanted to be she’s everything im not. she does all the things i wish i could do, says all the things i’ve been unable…
of forgotten cores and hearts
| May 30, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
A poem
shifting feet
| March 30, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
blank board splintered on the side of the road sticking a nail out, departed from the thumb shouting for space on an already-hitched ride, stop. sitting on a discarded log left dried to the side, rising hurriedly at the roar of an engine. life passes by, shiny and new. slows down, backs up, rolls down…
crossed
| February 15, 2009 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, myself |
I have learned to love a man. The hard way. Born beside, inside, I wore his clothes and bore his bruises. I followed his rules and knew my role. Played a different game, trained my voice not to be the same, I crossed my legs when told and appeared warm when cold. I stayed fragile.…
the dubai phenomenon
| January 16, 2009 | Posted by caroline under freeform, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
There are parts of Dubai that have been left to the hands of suspended disbelief, a figure of development, capitalism, juxtaposed against a backdrop of browns, greys, and unending streams of men with the glaze of hard work on their faces.
penetrate this
| December 31, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
I wear a body that does not look like me. the only thing that matches is my skin with its pigment, and my hair with its roots. i look at things from the inside out and i touch that which is soft, and sink my fingers into flesh, that welcoming, engulfing sensation–so that I cannot…
