Jaya Pillai

#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY26   The ache clung to her walls, its roots diving deep into the concrete that had hardened

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day25 Do not utter truths that tear us apart, carving gashes deep, spilling blood. Like art on canvases

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day24   My cat claims He’s tired of me: I’m a bore, And I snore. He’s moved to

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day23   I have two lives and one belongs to me. The other one – I belong to it.

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day22 Red skies, Streaked with the blood Of broken days that lose Themselves in the heaving darkness, Now

#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY21   A rose, brown and brittle, lies buried within the pages of a lifetime, crammed into a

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day20 Silent, The peaks stand aloft, a million stories buried, or washed away into faraway shores to rise

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day19   A stray thought on a winter’s day heaves its way into a bay. Fuelled and burnt,

#NapoWrimo 2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day18.   A crushed piece of parchment the size of my palm, lies in a corner of

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day17 I have old stories, Stacked in boxes, penned with love. No one reads these days. 2