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A Writer Of The Heart

I floundered a bit,

walking on paths I feared to tread,

uncomfortable leaving my comfort zone,

not certain of how my story would end.

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Questions asked all the time,

giving rise to self-doubt,

second guessing myself,

breaking apart in the middle.

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Trudging along like a dusty wagon,

carrying burdens on wheels not my own,

answers requested about things I don’t yet know

and people judging my crazy soul.

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How to explain all that’s not in your control

when its grains and curves

keep slipping and reshaping its slopes

like the barren desert sands.

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Casting a fog in my head like a cloudy sky,

polluting the air, making my breathing toxin,

my stress built up in tidal waves from trying

to make a living through the night and the day.

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Then all of a sudden, I came to a crashing halt…​

I was done sleeping through fights

and not having a say.

 

I grabbed a piece of paper, ink and a pen

sat down determined and started to write.

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Everything slowed down and got very quiet

as if my surroundings were acknowledging my right.

 

The winds of change blew hard and strong,

compelling my fingers to continue its flow.

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And when my ink ran out,

my heart filled it in

by drawing out my lifeblood’s pain

and tenderly calling my name.

 

My reason for being began anew

A writer of the heart, I was I knew.

A Writer Of The Heart was first published in Ikigai: the reason for being by Paper Paints and Poetry at FanatiXx in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Janani and Anupama.

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I AM EARTH

Solidifying the ground beneath your feet,

helping you stand upon the foundation

of unbridled, dazzling creation

that you leave behind in shreds

to unreasonable destruction and ruin...

But I still have the ability to build and refashion

life in all its aching, fundamental beauty.

 

I AM AIR

Breathing hope into dry bones,

so brittle and edgy from stone cold isolation,

forgotten and hidden from sight;

until I help you inhale and exhale,

teaching you how to let go of fear,

urging you to take on new challenges

with grace and racing speed.

 

I AM FIRE

Coursing through your veins

like a golden phoenix rising from the ashes,

destined to smoulder and set aflame

like wildfire running through the mountains and trees,

catching you in its wake

of bright light and turbulence

so you can finally hear

my scream, my voice.

I AM WATER

Flooding your dreams with rich imagination,

adapting to changes with the ease of the waves,

tossing them over stormy waters

constantly shifting with its currents,

then turning calm and silent

in thoughtful reverie and meditation,

watching in indulgence as ships sail.

 

I AM AETHER

Generating space all around you

to wallow in the unknown rather than in self-pity

and to discover novel perspectives in old tales,

while you cherish the quintessence of alone time

discerning the difference in unexplored worlds,

between crowds and the things that matter.

 

But most of all, I know

I AM A WRITER of the human heart

born to shake your existence

with shocking twists and truths

bluntly retold with the nib of my pen.

 

My Writer’s base tools of truth

The Elements And I

The Elements and I was first published in The 2019 Poetry Marathon Anthology by The Poetry Marathon in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Jennifer Faylor.

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Obstacles Unravelling

In the eye of the storm,

I have always looked up

at the star-studded sky

taken strength from the knowledge

that I was not forgotten

as I stood at the foot

of the seemingly

insurmountable mountain

before me;

looming like a dark impossible mission,

mocking my inability to accomplish

climbing it to the very top,

laughing at my absurd beginning

as I stumbled over its rocks,

bruising my knees,

discarding my shoes

to massage blistered feet.

 

Arms scraped and bleeding,

fingertips red,

hair wildly tangled

with the wind’s ruthless temper

reaching mid-way, and pausing,

wondering if I should give up

and head back down

for the night was pitch black

and the summit much too difficult

to keep going forward.

But the silver stars twinkled bright,

shining its light onto paths

I hadn’t noticed before.

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And having rested, I resolved to try again

battling the fierce wind, cold weather,

aching bones and burdens of grief.

 

Till I at last, reached the top of the mountain

and laid myself flat upon its soft, cool grass,

gazing in wonder at the heavens

and in gratitude at the stars

for giving me the unbelievable strength

to overcome the impossible

by defeating the giant obstacle before me

with perseverance, patience and fortitude.

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When the stars descend upon the mountain tops

Obstacles Unravelling was first published in Misplaced Devotion: Works About Love by Ambient Heights in 2019. It was edited, and compiled by Jo Underwood.

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An Indian Sun Year

Summer with its heady heat and dipping pools,

holiday adventure treats beckon loved ones.

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Monsoon with its soaked mud and unpredictable showers,

enhances the earth's scent as we sip hot chai with friends.

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Autumn with its falling leaves and russet sun colors,

closes chapters and welcomes the start of all things new.

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Winter with its chilly breeze and white loneliness,

cloaks itself away from bitter crowds under warm blankets.

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Spring with its joyful sounds of enthusiasm and rich steaming life,

celebrates the shortest season of an Indian sun's true delight.

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An Indian Sun Year was published in the Sun Cycle: Celebrating the World’s Seasons by Teal Moon Publishing in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Sky Heywood at Poet Spotlight.

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Sun Cycle Across Continents

To be added

Reena Doss contributed this piece to a group collaboration—Sun Cycle Across Continents—in the Sun Cycle: Celebrating the World’s Seasons anthology. It was edited and compiled by Sky Heywood at Poet Spotlight, and published by Teal Moon Publishing in 2019.

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The Pill Of Happiness

When you stop chasing it,

happiness is a flighty butterfly

that will kiss you delicately

as you gape in open-mouthed wonder,

at her exquisite, colourful beauty,

close-up on the bridge of your nose,

realising she can’t stay forever

but nevertheless, enjoying her charming presence

when she does stop awhile to shower you

with rewards unimaginable.

 

Don’t swat her away,

allow the moment to lift you up

with the knowledge that she chose you,

a rare and unmistakeable honour

to cherish and envelop you

in her bountiful, graceful ecstasy

of ravishing beauty.

The Pill Of Happiness was first published in Poetry Pills: A prescription for goodness by Paper Paints and Poetry at Notion Press in 2020. It was edited and compiled by Janani and Anupama.

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These broken hearts

are like exploding cannonballs

tick-tocking to a halt, caught in slow motion

across the horizontal layers of time,

carrying acres of pain over the years

inflicting ruin and starting arson flames

in other hearts that were once whole.

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These broken hearts are heavy

abundant in reckless love, hidden in fear

but hungrily greedy for the gentle touch

of spring’s breeze as they bear alone

the harsh winds of winter,

bracing themselves for endless cold,

buried to the top in ice and snow

waiting for the sun to thaw and warm

their dry and weary bones.

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These broken hearts

need compassionate words to restore

their broken, darkened minds

in hearts that have become too fragile

from constant evil whispers in their soul

telling them they are too damaged

to ever return to have a different destiny.

These broken hearts search the world

for kind words to salve their wounds,

to break their chains from imprisonment,

to build anew their cities with life once more

and for someone to call their own.

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These broken hearts need healing words

to remember that through their scars

they have transformed into a lighthouse

to save other shattered and defeated hearts

lying forgotten in storm-tossed wreckages.

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These broken hearts need healing words

to redeem themselves for they are

and have always been

divinely worthy.

The Power and Responsibility of Words

The Power and Responsibility of Words was first published in Broken Hearts—Healing Words by A.B.Baird Publishing in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Austie M Baird.

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Translations Of Hope

In a world where darkness

is constantly being showcased,

Hope is a tiny flicker often ignored,

rarely noticed and mostly shoved away.

We need to throw a powerful spotlight

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on this wonderful dainty fairy

for with her flame,

she ignites and sows Faith

which teaches us

perseverance and endurance

all the time cultivating

the shooting stem of love

until the sun suddenly fights to shine

upon a flower blossoming and blooming

in the wildest, thickest, coldest winter.

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Grand beginnings from disastrous endings

Translations Of Hope was first published in New Decade New Beginnings in its first edition in 2020, and later in 2022 by Poets Choice. It was edited and compiled by Akshay Sonthalia.

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Freedom in Hope’s Wings

I lay down in darkness again

burrowed head in pillows.

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Soft blankets cause shivers

when wicked nightmares imprison

as they enter my dark purging realms

whispering lies of my unworthiness

awaiting my demise of forgotten deeds.

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I remain in abject misery

hopelessly a captive.

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Grateful I’m supposed to be,

yet here I am sleepless, discontent

and unable to be concerned about others.

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I smile and nod and say the right things

but no one realises I’m not there.

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I’m entrapped

in the solitude of my mind.

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When dawn approaches,

I shut the windows to sleep,

having stayed awake

through the night

for fear of the shadows and shapes

evil makes on my wall.

Days pass into months and then he came along, springing back the curtains, inviting that bright sun.

 

Laughter like a lost dream I begin to hear,

uncertain at its beginning, gasping on knowing

its sound had come from my lips so willingly.

 

For though the long winter

was still a part of my heart,

he’d brought hopeful spring

to sing songs to my soul.

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Freedom; Hope is a bird that sings

as it flies only when you give it its wings.

Freedom In Hope’s Wings was first published in Mind: A poetry anthology exploring mental health by Poet Spotlight in 2020. It was edited and compiled by Sky Heywood.

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Somedays

To Be Added

Reena Doss contributed this piece to a group collaboration—Somedays—in Mind: A poetry anthology exploring mental health anthology. It was edited and compiled by Sky Heywood and published by Poet Spotlight in 2020.

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Christmas; The Greatest Gift Of All

Angels sing songs to our stagnant spirits,

frequently lost in the new world

by announcing the birth of our Savior,

joyfully born into our hearts.

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Christ is an agape

that renews, purifies, and restores

tired, weary, desperate, broken minds,

filling hungry and thirsty souls

with everlasting food and drink

(not the physical kind we enjoy momentarily)

but with spiritual fruits that nourish us eternally

and need to be shared with everyone.

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They will unchain imprisoned bodies

with the knowledge of His great mercy,

through compassion for hearts

too wretched to accept themselves.

How easily we forget

in our monotonous living

what this beautiful day

actually means.

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Caught up in the act

of gift giving and receiving,

gossip and external niceties,

we miss the fundamental truth

that Christmas is a festival

freely given from the King above

as the greatest gift of Love.

Christmas; The Greatest Gift Of All was first published in The Diary Of Festivities by Notion Press in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Ishani Agarwal.

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I don’t believe God is like the God we place in a box.

I think he’s going to forever be beyond our understanding.

He created us so He knows the way we think,

not in the way humanity does—through eyes

that notice colors, genders, sexes, nationalities, sins,

mental disorders, physical disabilities, and temptations.

 

He sees each one as perfect, as a whole being, and loves us

individually, as if we were the only ones in the world.

His love is pure, perfect, and everlasting

and He’ll die in His legendary great passion

to deliver us, unworthy sinners by rescuing us

in the daily cross of our deaths for that one day,

when we look up—destitute, aimless, hopeless

in our hope to find Him always there, waiting—

arms stretched wide open in Love.

 

When we finally learn to surrender, we rediscover

this amazing grace enveloping our hearts, minds,

and bodies  with its complete lack of expectation

in an embrace of unconditional warmth, touching

and healing our broken spirits.

 

When we stop holding on to our crosses selfishly

but offer them to Him for the salvation of many,

they all get absorbed in His cross (already conquered

through His passion, death, and resurrection),

serving a higher purpose that encompasses humanity,

magically curing the resentment and bitterness

of the past in those lives we have given them up for. 

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For the cross has always been the stone

which many builders rejected,

never having recognized it before.  

Yet He receives each cross gladly,

transforming what evil planned to destroy

into glorious witnesses for the world to see.

No longer are we condemned

to the world of mortality

for the Superhero of superheros

has given Himself completely,

opening the way to eternity through the cross.

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It is this overwhelming mystery that we celebrate

as the Passover of our Lord, our Easter

in this marked time of benevolent grace

because He who bore all earthly suffering

was God himself, cloaked in humility,

human fragility magnificently exalted,

willingly dying as a sacrificial lamb,

persecuted like a criminal.

 

Easter eggs, hot cross buns, night vigils,

and masses in sequence…

How we complain without ever comprehending,

that talking about bunnies and chickens

have no real place of honor in the reality

of what we are celebrating—

Eternal Life.

Easter; The Significance of the Cross

Easter; The Significance of the Cross was first published in The Diary Of Festivities by Notion Press in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Ishani Agarwal.

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There is a presence

older than the ocean's song,

or a mountain's voice

or even the screeching owl's.

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It rushes past in strength and stealth

invisible to the eye but felt upon our skin,

raising goosebumps and squeezing tears

out of hearts grown too numb to care.

 

It slides into view

like a tornado's symphony,

heralding things to come,

a sober prophecy.

 

Its subtle nudge shakes us back and forth

      to accept change with courage,

      to take heed of circumstances,

      to move forward in action,

      to become our full potential,

      and to face all our fears.

This mighty fierce and relentless power

extends within like an unseen hand

to touch and center the organs of our bodies,

breathing in its wisdom, igniting,

and reviving dried up blood and aching muscles,

resetting our sunken spirits’ software

that had long forgotten

its nature and purposeful calling.

 

It completes

the gaping holes of emptiness

that we tirelessly seek to fill

with other momentary pleasures.

 

This constantly urging soft and gentle breeze

is the breath of God we adore,

and long to reunite with as one

with every beat of our hearts.

Pentecost; Anointing of the Holy Spirit

Pentecost; Anointing of the Holy Spirit was first published in The Diary Of Festivities by Notion Press in 2019. It was edited and compiled by Ishani Agarwal.

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