Drip faster, dip down low,
Let the sun rise and fall as the diamonds glow
Beautiful rays, gleaming soft
Beneath the light of everything you’ve lost.
Symbols of what you’re leaving behind,
Moving on, trying to keep up with
The pace.
Let it go, let them all fade,
They’re hurled back at you,
Slipping through the shelter of your shade.
Stripped off complexity,
Brittle, bare bones –
Waiting for everything to crash and burn.
Empty and asleep, stirring so slight,
Waiting for light to break,
Watching streaks
peek through
Broken flutes.
Rhea Dhanbhoora has been writing since childhood, has published a book of poems (Poetry Through Time, published by English Edition in 2003) and is currently a Literature student, writing features as part of a full-time job. She can’t imagine a life without writing and one day hopes to be able to live and breathe off the words, preferably in an idyllic country setting somewhere. Food, music, reading and travel are high up there on the list of things she loves reading and writing about. Writing to her is, like life itself, an adventure – a journey to find her place, to define and redefine who she is over and over again and to live and learn through the process.