I consist of impermanent words like a dandelion Many unspoken and unwritten until a blow or a gust of nature materializes on my trodden path leaving me asunder or worse belabouring me into existential rigor mortis I am guilty of living too little, chaining myself to domestication.
• How can you describe yourself in a summarized manner? That’s a little bit of a task, but currently I am a wanderer, a global citizen and a thinker. • When did you pen your first independent piece (poem or story – apart from school work)? My first ever attempt at poetry was probably when […]
Welcome to the day I decided you were the one. Lips brushing as rain drew patterns on old windowpanes. The day the stars fell into step with the jazz beats of our hearts, As though they too swayed to Miles Davis on moonlit wooden floors. You were unlike any other jazz tune that my ears […]
Cold coffee. Warm rain. Lukewarm dreams. Clear blue kisses. Somber sleepers on green grass. A thousand rays of hopeful possibilities on cocoa skin. Chocolate colored love on the backdrop of Mother Earth. Multiple curious footsteps on barren pavements. Disillusioned writers penning poems of blind journeys through life’s mysteries. Forced smiles on facial features of fatigued […]
My grandmother is the strongest woman I know. For the 65 years her feet have wrestled with the earth, my grandmother has been the boldest woman I know.
I’m sorry I took you out without checking the calendar, It is a wrong day to be or not to be religious. I’m sorry things are not how they used to be when I was your age… Nowadays kids do grown up things, they even die in grown up fights.