Synopsis: Naïve Notions is all about the realizations that hit us like tides when we are in our early twenties. Moving out for the first time, running into new people, understanding the value of family and home, being deluded, experiencing love, going through a heartbreak, putting up with failures, discovering ourselves, and enjoying life to Read more…

The sun came up as always bright and shining The sleepyheads got up grumbling and yawning “Why do you have to come up? Why don’t you just lurk?” Complained the grown-ups who had to rush to work   “Why won’t you hide behind the clouds, you fool?” Shouted the kids who didn’t want to go Read more…

The rain pattered down as the students flocked to the gates. They were at a school, unknown to friends and mates. Some were ordinary, some were gifted. They stood on the stairs as their gazes nervously shifted.

Once upon a time sat a merchant in his house Robbed of his riches he now sat in a hut To feed twelve children and keep their mouths shut The youngest girl of the lot was a beauty Who was subjected to cold and misery One day the merchant heard about his ship’s return And Read more…

A cute little kid was restless He ached to be on the playground as he awaited the final bell to ring O it was going to be vacation time his heart would repeatedly sing   The teacher gave the class an essay as homework along with the promise of a prize The kid packed away Read more…

I sat in my home cocooned in my space, Nothing or no one can penetrate the walls I made. Some call me goner, while others think I am a joke, But I am happy to live in a daze, If you are with me and all around are the sun’s warm rays. I still remember Read more…

Had I been God, clouds would be lilac and lilacs would be white.   Had I been God, the grass would glow as your homing guide.   Had I been God, each breath you took would enliven a sprite.   Had I been God, the length of your braid would mirror your mind.   Had Read more…

Change I would, many frames of my life, The picture, I have only one.   Drink I could, many cocktails of love, The water is always from you.   Climb I might, many mountains of righteousness, The gray fields of our shared mischiefs is where I play.   Sing I often, sultry songs of misgivings, Read more…

The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…

A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…