I’ve always loved harvestThe colours, the way they blendSplashing my eyes with bright shadesThe sun, still with it’s scorching effectBut me, blind to it all. What I loved…
Poems
On Years… And goodbyes
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…
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,…
