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VERSE | UP ⏫ ROOTED

On By Mahvash K. M.In hope, poetry, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment

This is for all the girls and the women who are struggling to fit into the expectations, definitions and labels that have been created for them. Keep speaking, keep striving, keep moving until you are free. 

They told me that I should slow down
To put my roots into my soil
But when I did 
When I trusted the hands that would 
Nurture those tendrils, tender fragile
They instead beat them down
Crushed and strangled them in the ground
Burnt their life seeking ends
And everytime that they grew 
When they reached for something new
They cut them down 
Again and again they continued
All my tomorrows were carved out to be
Bleak as the ashen soil that held
My soles, my skin, my soul, my sins
Fusing them for the world and me
They were one, coalesced 
That none could sunder 
Save the keepers of the roots
And God himself
Resurrected in their image to suit
Him and him and Him and them
In a conspiracy of guilt and hell

So I uprooted myself 
And I found someplace else 

I slowed down and felt the ground
The soil was light, loamy brown
I sat down, took off my shoes 
I dug in my soles, my soul, my whole
And that is when I found my roots.
Image: MidJourney
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VERSE | SENSORY SAUTÉ

On By Mahvash K. M.In Emotions, poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
I resolved to write egged on 
By echo-braised recipes
Of grating voices and bitter hearts 
And chopped up memories 
They tossed about inside my head 
Seize-sizzling, beet-bloody 
Of you is who I tried to write
As bits of you fell in
In-cisor cut, unholy messed 
Out and in of my sight 
I took my pen
The scene was set 
I would write of pent up things
Of audacious consequence
But my pen lent itself more
To gnawing contemplation
A cooked-up imagination 
As it bickered in my mouth 
The words they just sat there 
Headless, fleshless, boneless, bare
I chewed again upon the pen
They leapt aloft and hovered then 
For a bit before they bit 
Me on my purposeful lip
The drop of blood 
Drop.ped on my page 
There was no plot there was no stage 
There was no more righteous rage 
For them to come off eloquent 
And so I laid down the pen 
Let down my resolute bun
Bun-dled off my peaceless pique 
Pick-ed all of myself up then 
Set free an ex-heal-ation
I don’t think that I’ll try again.
Image: Annis Woods

VERSE| A SELFCARE NOTE

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
You know that tiny little thought 
That forms inside your head
The one that nags and corners you 
When you least expect?

That atomic little notion which 
Makes you doubt yourself 
A hazy inkling barely there 
Now sits big upon the shelf 

You try to look the other way
From that space inside your mind 
But your racing, tearing brain has left
Your willpower behind 

And so you stare at the thought
Treacherous, stinging and sly 
Of how you could have done better 
Of how lacking was your try 

The tiny speck of self doubt
Grows gargantuan in size 
As it festers in your head
The truth hidden behind the lies 

Put up your guard, don’t be afraid 
To not see it at all
Know its savage purpose 
Don’t let it spread its pall 

So when that nagging little thought 
Creeps in out of the blue 
Face it only when you can 
With kindness, grace and truth.