glow in their house

there is always a glow

in somebody else’s house

looking from the outside

but

you cannot imagine

your house

to have the same luminosity

when others

view you in your home

so

It always is not true

what glitters…

is not always heaven

painful love…haiku

I miss that ache

in the depths of my heart

when we were in love

botox…haiku

looking in the mirror

oh! are those frown lines?

but no botox for me

Lovers

Yes

I have fallen out of love

So understand … please

And let us be friends

my poetry

you… my poetry

are a vent for my heart

for I write you

not for fame or money

but

for my thoughts and feelings

to be verbalised

stranger

we loved each other

it was our world

but

I don’t know when

you

became a stranger

and

our lives changed

it’s the loneliness

age doesn’t scare me

but the loneliness it entails

fills me with fear

bygone days

your tiny feet…I can  still hear them

running on the cold stone floors

of our old home

and those eyes …looking up to me

from every direction

but

now

I dont know when you come and go out of the house

I pine to spend time with you my baby

but i guess

you are a man now

so fly

make your own world

and leave me with the memories

of the glorius bygone days

 

 

life and death

death scares me

as does life

but

it would be a lot easier

with you by my side

It is not about feminism

you raise your voice

you disrespect me

you lose me

because

it is not about feminism

but it is all about

self respect