Category Archives: Poetry

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”

Some part of me Is inclined to believe That we all naturally harbor evil If this is a universally acknowledged fact Than all wise people Would halt their quest In the pursuit of goodness The iron fist vehemently clutches To its endless thirst for power While cunning foxes reap the seeds Of others efforts beforeContinue reading “What makes a bad person?”

These are just some stuff I have been wondering about recently. If you have any thoughts or feedback, let me know in the comments! As a child with a paperback stuck between my Little fingers My curiosity was held in high esteem I soaked up the tiniest pieces of information with my sponge-like mind WordsContinue reading “Unconscious Questions:”

There are adjectives designed and designated By mankind To describe the inner complexities of feeling the unidentifiable Memories are now scientificially quanitified In labs Scientists in coats become The BFG trapping luminescent dreams like strands of pearls in ornate jars But the web of emotions is sometimes inconceiveable Each memory is a shard in theContinue reading “What is Guilt?”

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”

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?”

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”