The pain of it all could not even be imagined by the most empathetic onlooker. Who was the stranger who had cut me in half and abandoned me by the road? Every trace of her had been removed, every fibre, every atom and yet I could still feel her there - overshadowing every thought and … Continue reading Modern Poetry – The Love of a Colour
A Common Thread I cover my face from the prying eyes of the many, Shades of grey colour my view of the world, Blessed with the sight of a thousand yesterdays, We see what we want, but we observe nothing. I cover my body, fortified against the world outside, I wrap it tightly in … Continue reading Sunday Poetry – A Common Thread.