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Mercy Is A Poem

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Poet's note: ਸਤਿਨਾਮੁ ਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁ ਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿ ਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰ ਗੁਰਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥ ਜਪੁ ॥ ਆਦਿਸਚੁ ਜੁਗਾਦਿਸਚੁ ਹੈਭੀਸਚੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਹੋਸੀਭੀਸਚੁ॥੧॥Ik Onkar Satnam Karta Purakh Nirbhao Nirvair Akaal Moorat Ajooni Saibhang Gurprasad ॥ Jap ॥ Aadh sach Jugaadh sach Hai bhee sach Nanak...

The Stain

Dark semi-abstract mostly monochrome photograph that seems to show water against cracked rock with a blood red streak along the edge where they meet
Memories, experiences and ideas of womanhood juxtaposed with taboos and society's ideas of madness.

world: a poem

Artwork of a person holding their face in their hands, with their head slightly tilted to the right. The face has a landscape painted on it, with the sky, rocky mountains and flowers in the backdrop of the image.
sometimes the world is madeof broken shards of kisses and screamsby dark, dusty roads of moon-less winds that swoop you up and make you feel non-existent.existence is a good feeling,not the epitome of limitless wrathover sparks and make-believe identities.

A Poem Explodes

Abstract expressionist painting on a square canvas in which large areas of cool marine colours are divided with contoured lines to create shapes that suggest distorted figures. An elegant looping line suggests a figure reclining before a window or a door.
A tribute to poetry and mind

Under: A Poem

Abstract artwork with golden, yellow, blue shades.
I try to meet you on even groundbut somehow always get lost.Around me are ruins of a silenceit’s difficult to clamber out of. Theynever said fishbones swallowedat nine would remain stuck in mythroat like razor blades in sandeven after forty. I pack...

Clothes: A Poem

Photographic artwork of woman in red saree gazing out at water with the saree partly undone; glare in the background obscures her face
Poet's note: The poem is about someone I knew who had dementia. Dementia is not only about memory loss and cognition, there are a host of behavioural issues too. One of the things that someone who has dementia does often is looking/searching/...

Property of the Eye

Photograph of a closed wooden door of a house, facing the street, overhung with dense bougainvillea with pink flowers.
This is a time of knowing too much...

Anxiety: A Poem

Extreme unwanted energy blasting through the skin,heart the epicentre where all destruction unfolds,hands trembling, mind unsettled,eyes wandering in search of comfort. Cheeks flushed red like freshly plucked cherries,everything, everyone a source of danger,pricking you like the needle pricked Sleeping...

It’s Been a Decade: A Poem on Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)

Note from the author: ECT stands for Electroconvulsive Therapy; a form of medicalized intervention where a person is subjected to external electric stimulation on their adjacent temples/front-back of their brain. The electric waves (70 to 120 volts) pass directly through their...