Burning heat, parched throats,Dried pumps, people on the roads,People laboring under the sun,The pedestrians on the road,The owner of the Mercedes,The dog under its suddenly too thick coat,The tree with its roots getting nothing,All connected by the webs of life,All…
I know we stare at the same moon,yet when I see its face, you are blinded by the sun,and when the stars shine on you,my sky is pink and blue,i never thought distance would stretch so far,that the same sky,…
Being too virtuous can impede survival, they say, Yet how do I find a way To soothe my heart? Help make the world a better place? Or at least not contribute to the ill-goings, When I am often unaware, no…
I am always standing at the door, Waiting for someone or the other to return home Deep down, I wonder… If I am waiting for the feeling of being home. Author’s Note: Thanks for reading. I look forward to your…
A poem on taking a break. Slightly inspired by Finding Sanity by Isabelle Dury.
Just a small thought in verse on responsibility towards the wider world and balancing it with personal needs and desires.
Just a poem on my birthday. Aka musings on turning 25.
growing a girl is difficult growing up usually is, but when you are a girl in a conservative home the challenges are…unique. you have a role to play…always and if the home is somewhere in between? The conservative space and…
Water is a poem written when sick about thoughts on water and the Earth and communities. Inspired by Finding Sanity.
My sister taught me you don’t need to be drunk to be freeTo have funYou need to be in the mood for masti, for joy, for serenityWhy she on the dance floor is a vibe, a mood,A tiny hurricane packed…
