Poetry

I could always make her laugh In a nerdy way, I made jokes about math Which was funny because I was into art And she was an electrical engineer But still I chuckled at the things that set her apart I’d just never met a nerd who was into heart “I’m into freedom, I’m into … Read more

“There is no blue without yellow and without orange” – Vincent Van Gogh. “California is a great place to live, if you happen to be an orange” – Fred Allen Orange borrows residences in different time zones where her joy is cemented in memories of the past. Her palette for change is that of a … Read more

The rocks stood there, defenceless against the might of the waves, Battering, crushing them, with every back and forth chipping off it morsels Each time carving a cave into the cliff’s imposing countenance And with every gush, the crumbs are swept off into the strangest of seas Once a permanent scar on that face, the … Read more

Maybe it’s the way my palms get clammy when she comes around and I have nothing to say. Or maybe it’s the sound of her laugh; it makes me want to feed her pilau with my fingers. I know distress when I see her and she carries a yellow pencil behind her ear. So, I … Read more

The old man collects remains of past storms, Nested in a room of mounting clutter. His stories are of yesterday’s tragedies, Companionships which no longer matter. He dwells on the ruins and pain of lives now gone … He is the only one left gathering ash and stones, Nested in mold infested walls, In a … Read more

The mind does not wander as far as where they reside And when it does, it’s not as keen as to notice their presence Unlike the gods, they do not feed off the faith of true believers They were, They are, and always will be Omnipresent, acknowledged or not They are the reason the mud-walls … Read more