Blank Page

I stare into the blank page

Assuming, its eagerness to embrace

My jumbled ideas that, chose the words;

Perhaps, a few drawings

Or a scribbled dot and line game;

Hardly did it strike me as a page of inspiration

Assuming, it’s the mirror

Willingly reflecting the many expressions –

Subtle emotions not meant for an audience;

I stare into the blank page.

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Thoughts

An accurate mind once said,

“That’s not a very womanly thought.”

Grammatical accuracy was busy comprehending

And inquisitive mind blurted out,

“Thoughts have gender?”

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Very Woman

Silence prevailed.

 Accurate mind processed.

    “That’s not a very womanly thought.”

       I looked up inquisitively.

“Thoughts have gender?”

If so, man and woman

Each has another side.

                  Perception smiled.

                  Circumstances laughed.

                  “Offence not meant, or taken.”

Thoughts multiplied unnervingly.

Advocacy spiralled.

                “Oh my accurate mind, please spell,”

             Silence persuaded.

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Not Real

I heard voices,

Decipher not one.

They heard me not,

As I struggled to lift up –

Enveloped in fear ‘n’ trembling.

“Not real” heard distantly,

I wake up with a racing heart.

Sleep wasn’t  peaceful.

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