Little girl and her father

she looks at the window,
there’s a little girl and
a father, walking amid
the giant emarald trees,
looking fresh and lively,
after the kissing of soft rain.

so much joy in the pace
of little girl, and the father
must be singing the song
of miraculous love of –
Green world and God,
and hiding sparkling angels.

all of a sudden, the vision
of tender love on the window
is superseded with –
an old pale photo of her album,
of her excited tiny limbs
and her father’s plastered smile.

what’s so worse than
having a living-drained-father ?
what’s so worse than
having a life with dearth of love?
(what’s so worse than
troubled parent-child relation ?)

© Sanna Wren

Angry man

when a man is angry,
keep a good –
distance from him.

when a man is angry,
keep some –
objects in between.

and if there’s no such
barricade, choose not
to throw your words.

if you choose to throw,
his anger will fuel into
wildfire, and scald you.

(if there’s a sword beside
him, there’s a chance
for you to get stabbed to hell.)

dear, life is a blessing.
choose wisely –
when it comes to man.

make sure as hell
that he doesn’t turn into –
hungry zombie when angry.

© Sanna Wren

( image is taken from Pinterest)

woman in the mirror

i look at the mirror,
where am i ?
how could mirror
supersede a 22 year old
girl with an old woman?

this is not me.
this face is old.
this face is dark.
this face is coated,
with too much pain.

this is not me.
this body is empty.
this body is bony.
this body is scalding,
with too much tears.

i look at the mirror,
where am i ?
how could mirror
supersede a 22 year old
girl with an old woman?

© Sanna Wren

Image credit goes to the respective artist. Image is taken from Pinterest.

the Homo sapiens

for me, i am right, and you’re wrong. for you, you’re right, and i am wrong. and there’s hatred in my heart for people like you who resist me. and there’s hatred in your heart for people like me who resist you. for me, the west is biased. and for you, the east is biased. and for the world, the one who stays neutral is dumb as hell.

and there are victims, there are wailings, there are smotherings and there are mournings. and there’s hatred in my heart for people like you who resist me. and there’s hatred in your heart for people like me who resist you.

and there’s a longing, a sweet longing, but an empty longing, a longing for unreal, a longing for peace….

© Sanna Wren

Image is taken from pinterest, Fabian Perez art.

A fragile house

there’s a bleeding teen,
crawling like a snail
with period cramps.
what the fuck!
looking at the blood spot,
and cursing the god.

‘Reka, take this…
take that…’
her mother screams
amid the steam,
with burning spine,
bleeding like a pig.

and the grandma looks
at them with dozing eyes,
amid the darkness of
her wrinkles and freckles,
trying to stretch her
draining legs and hands.

and the father rushes in,
dinner… dinner…
he shakes the house –
what’s this?
no salt. and stale ?
he barks and growls.

© Sanna Wren

( picture is taken from Pinterest. ” A woman peeling vegetables ” by William Kay Blacklock )