Author: Prena subba
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lonely little island
now i feel like an island crusoe stumbled upon for years and later left on a little boat for a city it’s lonely and even scarier when my own thoughts haunt me down like a blind hungry cannibal my mind is eating me up it’s either the insomnia or the denial to wake up and…
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inordinate yearning
i dread being ordinary i dread with the very idea of waking up one day and telling my children that motherhood and a hand to mouth job is all that defines me i don’t want to lose myself in the mindless ordinary, do things for short pleasures and rot to the earth with barely any…
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finding my way home.
1. somehow, how much ever farther we go, we always end up carrying our home in the depth of our bones. we pack our tradition, our hand woven clothes and our mountains in a suitcase with us. it so belongs to us and we so belong to it. it’s beautiful just how we can remember…
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Dying and not Dead
It is like I’m dying, I can’t feel the cloudy rhythm Of my frail heart beat or hear The voices calling my name in despair, This is just an empty soul, nothing more All of my dreams has been shattered So has my hope been drained, And confidence been shattered, The life that resides in…
Prena Poetry 