Eat, pray, weep…?


Shelter from heat
Is that all we seek?


Wishing on a passing cloud
Is that all that holds benefitting clout?


Sing in my praise, before they sleep
Eat, pray, weep…is that the order of the sheep?


Come on by with a wistful must
Shatter those chains of an aged past
Unwilling though…you still find trust!


For look ahead, far deep into the light
A challenging sword, in all its might
Clearing boundaries…all around, left and then right
Herein lies my evergreen, vengeful delight!

A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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Moss

Apologies I offer thee in advance
Shedding any hindrance, maintaining my superfluous balance!


For now I shall commence my irrevocable dance
Cursed being, you lost your golden chance!


Shame not in sight, this is my win
Dirt is meant for you, a horrible cringe!


Sorrowful and doomed your existence
No more need for even a simple sentence!


Go about your way, our paths never again to cross
The ultimate fulfilment is to leave behind you, an undeserving rotting moss!

© Chriselda Barretto

Stroke…

Dreaming silently, watching aimlessly
Trying to figure you out
Feeling your thoughts work away
Splashes of paint all over you
See it now, that visionary pout!


Move on with your precise strokes
Building momentum with each strike
Vibrating colours on different textures
Fingers mixing in that light!


Can this be my unfaithful hoax?
Healing it is just to watch
You be my one and only match!

© Chriselda Barretto

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A poem from the book “Dreams & Dew”

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The Suffragettes….(Happy Mother’s Day)

She cried out of her senses

Sheer despair, beaming at its hinges


Shedding her thoughts and beliefs


Resting in her mind’s deepest crevices!


With every drop, inching out attached negativity


Spreading thin, creeping riddled sensitivities


Cleansing out the coloured palettes


Years of depressed feministic rights and fates


Blooming on with the beautiful suffragettes!

© Chriselda Barretto

Dedicated to Mother daughter suffragettes: Christabel and Emmeline Pankhurst

Mistral Winds

Shelter I seek
from these mistral winds
touching my skin
as ice on fire
melting innately all my ire!

Opening my pores
as the petals of a rose
blooming in abundance
under these rays
of the morning sun affray!

Carry me with you
onto the sea
glistening shades
of the truest blue.

Birds flying high
their spirits roaming
gravity free
making me feel full
of happiness & glee!

© Chriselda Barretto

From the book: Dreams & Dew

Dreams & Dew

Heart Shaped

This one is for you
You will recognise it
If you are the true, my baby boo!


Your eyes like deep pits
Enriched with years of grandiose soul
Your skin more glowing
Rife with melted chocolate and honey
All of it encouraging me so much more!


Your hands so divine
A pleasure for us, all mankind
But mostly its your heart
Hidden in depth, but shouting out
Cream-filled, pure, delicate and refined
Honestly spread even, a fine gold-mine
Waiting and ready for me to entwine!

©Chriselda Barretto