Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each
There’s a conveyor belt–slow moving. And You, you have your feet glued to it, letting it carry you–never walking yourself. In between–you and I; space
Today I greeted an old friend and it made miss, long for the past—all those too hot summers and pool side reads, the softer winters