My skin is like the beige sand On the Pacific shore My eyes are like the umber trunks Of the Redwoods My smile is like the white threaded stars On the American Flag But what I appear as Is not as powerful Than the meaning I give To a life established By those before…
Author: Kiran Bains Sahota
Teardrops in the Rain
The bitter wind nipped at my flushed cheeks. I could feel my skin paling from the exposure to the winter air whilst my body trembled at the sight of the varying hues of gray that hung above me. My hair whipped across my face— locks of mahogany silk temporarily blinded me as if the air…
The Strength Article
The waves collided and crashed in the distance. I rested on the bed of sand, sinking into the beige grains every instance I regretted to think. High above and some ways back, mountainous ridges held tourists scouting the land. Like adventurers in a new realm, they ogled at the sights and captured images of what…
The Balcony People
August 2016- Puerto Vallarta, Mexico The stars have been obscured by clouds and the moon is but a crescent form trying to break through the sky’s shadows. The music begins slowly, thrumming delightfully throughout the palace. The towering white castle glows with a surreal sharpness against the navy-shaded heavens. Balconies line every room in the…
Miracle on a Starry Night
Inspired by one of my favorite paintings by Vincent Van Gogh, A Miracle on a Starry Night is a short-story I’ve written derived from my love of Christmas and the classic holiday film “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I sat atop the hill, gazing at a night of infinite depth. The moon hung half-dressed as a brilliant golden crescent…
If You Were Everything I Hoped You’d Be
If you were who you should have been My mind would be kinder And I wouldn’t feel so lost My tears would cease to spill And my smile would be genuine Instead of a half-hearted twist of lips If you were as you should have been My heart would be fulfilled My eyes would…
Failure’s Toll
“We regret to inform you that your piece will not be accepted for publication.” My eyes saw the remainder of the text but my mind did nothing to configure the combinations of words and punctuations. I slammed my laptop shut and folded my knees to my chest, just sitting their in absolute silence. But it…
Stumbling Softly
The cheers of children sounded behind me like the calls of wild apes. My breaths were coming in jagged heaves, and my body was running on energy that ceased to exist until this very moment. I was way ahead of the rest of my competition, my feet barely skimming the ground like a gazelle running…
The Cure
I’d rather look back on life and know I did all I could to make myself smile, then to look back and think, “Why didn’t I try harder?” It may seem like an easy notion to perceive, until you realize the stockpiled regret sitting conspicuously in the corner of your mind. Regret. It’s like the…
Into the Brush
I search my surroundings for someone familiar, but come to realize I am all I have. Before me, lies a split and two roads. The paths are paved with different substances, and it is obvious each leads to a different direction. On one path, there are splotches of dried crimson liquid smeared across gravel. There’s…
Sunset Dahlia 