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…

I still remember the day when, as a kid, I picked up a book for the first time. My teacher had informed my mother that my English reading wasn’t quite up to the mark and had hence the emphasized the need for me to put in more efforts. That evening, I went to the market 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…

The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. 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…

Where do we go from here? You ask As I stand bent tying my shoes Dusk descends you say Rest we must What’s the point? I say we started with lethargy in our bones, anyway. Where do we go from here? you say as we sit there drinking in the aged sunlight in solitude Where Read more…