I bent backwards To contain these festering feelings Like a concealed wound – Only to come apart Split at the seams and My madness tumbling,
Author: Anne Adarsh
Anne Adarsh is a radiologist by profession but finds herself repeatedly returning to her first love in all things. Poetry. A self-confessed Recluse also blessed (or cursed perhaps!), with an insatiable curiosity to learn new things, writing to her, means a landscape in her mind's eye, to which she can always escape to, whenever life closes in on her.
Lamentations: An Exercise in Mourning
Wring your heart out – howl if you have to,Unbroken, unhidden lamenting;You falter, feet shuffling, angst unmasked.When they tell you it does not make sense,Recognize
Enduring Endearment
As the shadows lengthen Time slips like the grains of sand Creating a shifting dune Of your memories. My thoughts dance, dangerously Within this twisted
Voyeuristic World
A succulent spread served Day in and Out, I feast my eyes on gore while Waltzing to grief, unnerved, Chaos, canned; I chug your angst,
Portrait of a marriage
PROLOGUE Rajgarh, Madhya Pradesh It happened in the wee hours of my sixteenth birthday, well before the crack of dawn. The news of my father’s
Remembering Mother
“Mommeee…! Boo-hoo-hoo…!” Lucy came hurtling down the lane, sobbing uncontrollably. I had been sitting, reading, in the porch by the light of the sun. It
Miracle Maker
I plunge and dissolve Into the river, Of doleful dreams and Find you there, clutching My hand tight in yours. You call out my name,
On Making Amends
When the music fades And the dust settles We shall stop and stare At the vanity Of all we strove for. An eternity Saw me
Requiem For A Dream
A dream died the other day A silent, unseen death It means nothing to you It meant everything to me I went hurtling down I
Of Half-truths and Hurt
Sticks and stones may break your bones, But words can never hurt you – Is something you always told me Mama, Is something I wish
The Sum Of all Her Parts
Part 1: The Girl Once upon a time, there was a woman who grew up into a very wrong person. There, if there ever were
The Cinderella Story
“And then Cinderella danced the night away at the Ball, and they lived happily ever after.” Nina slammed shut the children’s fairy-tale, decisively, if somewhat
The Woman in Bath
She soaks and lathers up her perturbed thought Into a rich effervescent bubble, Lets the cantankerous din come to naught Demolished by water, into rubble.
Demon Slayer
Don’t gloat over me Enemy You haven’t vanquished my spirit, As I lie crumpled upon the cold floor With a mascara-lined tear and hard grit.