Green mahogany dresser wooing me with its slippery polished surfaceto poke you with my pyramid light.What could I possibly do?…
The boy was sitting in the interrogation room. The inspector cursing and sprinkling spit on the table in-between them. “Why…
I might not be able to write a longer poem this year, MaBut thanks for all the rebirths you gaveafter…
A dimly creature that seeps inevery dawn through my veiled curtainsembarking my journey of shrugging it offinnumerable times;pulling a pillow…
Living alone for years & I developed a habit of talking to myself. It’s just, sometimes the statue in the…
Your face is like a mirror polished on the surface with a tinted pale reflection. A reflection capable of displaying…
Sitting on the stairs in front of your house, looking at the car headlights from afar with my neck imitating…
To the poet in me Let the words find you, Let the verses amuse you. Let the metaphors play hide…
Warm and sweet like Summer Rain, Your touch brushes against the tips of an intrinsic soul. Like the lake that…
Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.