Submissions by mashellchapeyama

To wake up to the rumbling of my hungry stomach,
To wake up with a starved mind:
Without books to read
Without games to play
Without music to listen to
And brothers and sisters to love you
But moving deeper into broken heartedness
I still stay in a refugee camp;
Ready to be repatriated from a neighboring republic.
Tears fumble down my cheeks
As Rita, another war survivor stays in a refugee camp away from me
A camp where broken hearted ones stay;
One day your heart shall too be there
Kissing with Rita's- where tears are there for breakfast:...

The sunlight swallowed by the moon’s shadow,
Aged men and women panicked,
children fascinated;
Schools shut for a moment
The sun’s power cremated, many a people ran helter- skelter
Thinking the end of the world had just reached;
For a while atheists believed in the existence of an omnipotent  creator.

Did the sun eat itself like a hen that feeds on its eggs?
Or had it gone under baptism-
Submerged into the waters of the gargantuan sky;
Or was it its big blink,
That could be hypothesized to view it as a giant creature-

Probably a big...

Non violent flames  ripple
An already burdened heart with pain
When death secrets a loved dad.
Broken hearts are like broken bottles
Never reincarnates even when psychotherapists congregate.