Glass slippers

Glass Slippers


Its midnight

not the night of celebration.

Take the stairs and


because those are the sounds of cruel.

Healing deception of poison ivy.

You’re the knight

and you’re the prince.

Die like a warrior

and live for the war.

Don’t look for glass slippers

as they are crushed

at the gates of realm.

© S. Anand


A Fragment


Tiny grass shining

on the flood plain.

which died in the woods

and remained to be ashes

which grow in the desert

became nest of the wings

color of butterflies and song

of the spring !

Glowing light in the winter

and the walk of ladybug !

A drop fills the heart

with pearls.

A wandering soul

alter the course !

© S.Anand



If only you can read ….. self me !

Mirror of no reflection  By Angeloffallingstars

Mirror of no reflection
By Angeloffallingstars

I have not seen megapixels

but words are my reflection.

Right or left, color and colorless,

views are not on sills !

If you can see,

there at the end of every word,

I’m standing, clear.

If you can read, (there lies my heart),

between the lines !

There is no selfie,

that matches many faces.

If you can read,

at the sound of every word,

there recline, self me !

© S.Anand