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There’s a dotted line beweenLove—and hate —good—-and bad—indulgence———and distasteOnWhich I sign With sinistrality Would I lay my life Down for my faith inHypnotic prose slithering From the voices of DemagoguesIntituting a moral Code Which I refuse to exaltWould I take this dogma to be my own? Through life——-and death serendipity——-and adversity luxury——-and poverty To beContinue reading “A Wife of vice and virtue”

when He looked me in the eye… masochism amalgamated his serrated features deception glinted like a knife in his ascetic gaze little did he know I was too far gone into the light to ever retrace my sybaritic steps back into the minotaur’s maze

Where did sin come from? How do we truly define good and bad if society is a man-made construct? We are all floundering flowers In God’s garden of life Some are nightshade or hemlock While others are prickly roses Wrought only to toil in strife In the pursuit of our ambition We scatter poisonous pollenContinue reading “The Origins of Sin”

Turn like the relentless gears Of my mind In constant anticipation Of what is to come Shifting and shuttling They’re racing against time And I can feel the thump of my heart Shuddering up my lungs The apshalt road before me Grinds beneath the lurching brakes The world shoots by Washing windows in pastel crimsonContinue reading “The Wheels on the Bus…”

I am an ant Scurrying to catch the sugar of your words Each sweet granule melts against the Flames of my back While I swerve to do your bidding You entice and manipulate me like a mere puppet on a string of straw I attempt to wiggle free From your embrace And relieve myself ofContinue reading “At Man’s Mercy”

Is banging your head againstAn insulated wall of glass UnableTo burst through the seams ofYour confinesYour soundless screamsReverberate through the universeAt another frequencyMaking them deaf to theCommon earYour thoughts ricochet into open spaceBouncing off twinkling starsBefore making aReappearanceRight outside the windowOf your insulatedsheltered World

We live in a society that is constantly moving Pausing for no sweet breath Of respite When will we truly Draw back on the reins Of our cantering horses And inhale the sharp scent of Evergreen or pine Wafting through the air on a bed of leaves Lately I’ve been bolted to this Black StallionContinue reading “Distorted Productivity:”

You claim you’ve abandoned all forethought But hold your icy glare That peruses the pages of my mind As I lay them naked and bare In the margins you make footnotes Reducing every epiphany to a Mere epistle You weave your heart into a blanket That pricks my skin with thorns and thistles You conjureContinue reading “When I tell you what I’m thinking…”

If you’ve been wondering about the meaning and inspiration behind some of my poetry, come check out my new podcast: Life is Poetry, where I discuss the poems on my blog. The first episode is out on Spotify now. Click on this link to listen: https://anchor.fm/spriha-dharan/episodes/Unconscious-Questions-e1m5dmo

(a collection of two poems) She shorn away her Rapunzel’s locks Her ocean eyes glistening With flames While she watched each strand float like A feather to the ground The pounding in her head Began to abate The weaponized words receded and slowly dissipated Her pooling loathing and self-hate. The burning in her eyes TheContinue reading “Out of the Storm”