Loneliness spurts forth,
Spilling over the brim
Discontent bubbling underneath the surface.
Hazy lines merging
– cracked lines creeping closer.
Quiet, its that calm now,
Before the beginning of the battle
– shamefacedly lost.
Loneliness spurts forth
In a room dancing with people…
Heads flitting by,
Limbs flailing past,
Conversation thick
– loneliness spurts forth.
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.