Forgiveness is an old Goddess Her skin is leathery and torn Her smile though knowingly sweet Kindles bitterness When she grows horns Her teeth turn into fangs And her mouth gushes with dragonly fire Her pardon so often abused Has become the tool of twisted liars And so she summons her children: Humility, Remorse, andContinue reading “Forgiveness”
Author Archives: Spriha Dharan
Will Monotony Ever be Murdered?
My pen cries Its vapid tears beat against melting windows while they drum against the pane The same rhythm formed As the vowels of these words corrupt The suceptibility of White paper Purged of ink And swimming in the carelessness of Unconsciousness Does life mean to care? Or does it run us careworn? Do inanimateContinue reading “Will Monotony Ever be Murdered?”
A Love Poem to Yourself
How long have you spent hiding behind closed doors? Just waiting… For the day you could fnally be yourself How many days has it been since you’ve shed The flowered scales that disguise your honesty The ones that help you grow lies on the roof of your mouth Just so your audience would coo inContinue reading “A Love Poem to Yourself”
‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’
This book is a unique and captivating piece of fiction, modeled after the lack of mental health awareness post-WWII. Set in a psychiatric ward, it aims to show the outrageous treatment methods that evidently did patients more harm than good. Through the eyes of Native American, (and pretense deaf and dumb patient) Chief Bromden, weContinue reading “‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’”
Defying Tradition
I am enslaved by the standards of society Beauty and perfection oppress me Dangling like ropes before my eyes They are nooses that will be strung If I disobey I am bound and gagged Watching the handsome millionaires Prominent politicians Stunning models Climb what we call the ladder of “Success” And carve their names intoContinue reading “Defying Tradition”
On Stereotypes
Why is the lens of society Programmed to the tune of a vinyl record The same songs strangle the apathetic ear Which neglects the drag and scrape of the needle The turntables spin but never truly change The mosaic of music muddling our minds Meddling with the malignant metal Which imprisons us within its confines
The End.
Sometimes I imagine I’m Cinderella Wishing upon a star But if the world explodes into smithereens Would the universe still be ours? Am I waif slaving away for Cruel dogs? a poor maiden cast in the slums? Is this the story of a heroine’s upheavals In the eyes of a superficial sun? Is ‘Happily EverContinue reading “The End.”
A Poem for the Loserless
Are you truly a winner? or a loser who’s yet to have lost A millionaire swimming in pools of gold Without understanding the simple cost Of the weft of the blank paper And the weave of the ravenous pen That lends to mankind what money Could never begin to lend It’s the warmth of aContinue reading “A Poem for the Loserless”
My Purpose
This is a collection of two poems I have been working on lately. The second one is a continuation of the first. Let me know what you think. New page New stage A clueless audience in A twisted game Words wander like the wretched waren of a childhood bedtime story Watership Down Up and aboundContinue reading “My Purpose”
Excitement
Though I have been writing frequently, none of my poems have been post-worthy recently. This poem that I wrote the other day, somehow stood out to me. It just appeared out of nowhere. Let me know what you think:) Excitement Is like a tangerine Orange zest grating against the Bitterness of the Gyrating words thatContinue reading “Excitement”
Spilled Ink 