
Onamatopoeia!
The orange light strewn by marigolds
The pinks clash with the purple…

The orange light strewn by marigolds
The pinks clash with the purple…

Some poems are born
out of a hunger to be devoured…

True happiness -a chimera much sought after…

There is this numbness inside my head
It feels like there is none inside!…


When love moved in
The Mirror too checked in…

Small little children – what are they?
Monsters or Angels – what would…

I understand what I said was out of line speaking up…

Just like the clouds in the sky made a loud thunder…


You came from Wuhan,
Without even a clue man!…

Life’s become more charming ever since you stepped in…

The sins made in haste,
now stand to define us…

Give Her the wings to fly,
She sure can soar up high…

The unglorified untier of knots,
The unassertive mind kneader…