I watched you, Mother, Step beyond your silver hair And aching knees, Leaving those seventy-five years Behind you. Suddenly, You were the little girl again, Pulling on a frilled frock, Quarreling with your younger brother Over a rag doll That belonged to neither of you, Or a basket of sour mangoes Neither was willing to Read more…

I’ll go to the shop,  Buy myself some cheerful joy,  Both laughter therapy and deep sorrow,  So heartfelt feelings stay near.   With buying true happiness on my mind,  I’ll leave no deep emotions behind.

Locked away in silence, unspoken emotions, secrets we keep. Words that we cannot bring ourselves to say, Echoes of the past, that won’t go away.   Words that catch in the throat, Emotions hard to express, trapped inside the mind. Tears that fall without a sound, Hurt that circles all around.

My dress was flowing with the breeze And the leaves were dancing in the trees The sky was kissing the sea And the waves were singing for me.

I like to dance In the spotlight of moonlight With the sky decorated with snow. The fireflies create the melody And the wind starts to blow. My shadow holds me by the waist As I try to go with the flow. It pulls me closer I smile shyly, oh!

A blooming bud Tight and closed Your touch is so soft But it is ignored.

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…

With tears running down her round beady eyes The little one sat with her head bent low She clutched her soft toy tight N looked at the sky, sprinkled with a soft glow   Her father came around and sat beside her “Why are you here all by yourself?” he asked “I miss mom,” was Read more…

You may wonder what inspired me to read and write. Well, it seems all hazy when I rack my brains. I do have a vague picture in mind, though: I was only seven years old. Just like any child my age, I too had a dream. I started writing songs, which may or may not Read more…

Looking back on the days when I started writing, I invariably end up thinking about my nightmarish days in the eighth grade. After all, that was when things really changed. Back then, I had started losing all my so-called ‘friends’ because, well, my grades had hit rock bottom. I even flunked a couple of subjects. Read more…