Poetry

AtoZatPp H Heaven knows A thing or two,  About  broken souls Who have lost their way. And when the alleys

AtoZatPp Sometimes I seek To be a little more Than a mouse sliding past walls Into sheltered corners, Where I

AtoZatPp F Fears I see them, Like no one else does – Shadows  that glide In strange forms And gnaw

#AtoZatPP E Ecstasy Unfolds Ceaselessly, Intoxicating my soul, As the first drop Of sunshine dribbles tremulously through Partly torn clouds

#AtoZatPp Dawn Dawn swathed In silken robes of hope Treads softly past My half open window, Breathing a prayer Over

AtoZatPp C Cut down the dying boughs With an axe, I say. Chop and slice each poisoned bit And set

AtoZatPp Break the glass ceiling, you say. You were meant to be more Than a keeper of things Around the

A song of mine, No more than a line, Lies entangled in a Web of untold thoughts – Half shrivelled

Perhaps this is it. Or is it? The elusive path To an eternity of happiness With its quagmire Of ifs

Of late, I have been painting pictures in  the air And framing them in  little cases That have sprouted From