Cycles and seasons throw their weight on us,Forcing our legs and hips to move to their impatient rhythms…Like how it was January few days ago,And now we’re sticking…
Poems
Death is a Companion
I have not seen death Neither have I tasted of death’s own poison But I have smelled death I know how it smells like Death smells like December…
If Life Were A Movie
If life were a movie I’d hit fast forward Go past all the milestones in a breeze And then rewind to the playground If life were a fairy-tale…
A Writer’s psyche
We write what we can, how we can, Not just for the applause, But the release that comes with bleeding on paper, And making our thoughts come alive,…
I still have your Rose
It seems a million years ago, when you gifted me a rose, was it a symbol of your love, Or was it you telling me to give up…
We’ve forgotten how
Remember the days when we were younger, when our smiles were real, our laughter genuine, and we truly loved each other? We never doubted each other. Our unwavering…