A SPOON A DAY The colours of the rainbow Can be found in our food, How can anything in life Ever taste so good? So many cuisines in the world The delicacy of each can never be verbally told Food is made special by the…

the ruminative silence of my reflection train window

school project mother’s broken bangles in my Kaleidoscope

after the storm an eerie silence in the birdhouse

Rakshabandhan the blue moon smiles in a saffron sky

morning tea a sprig of lemongrass in the window

I remember this day with grief, a great contradiction. A part of me is bound for every year I become older. With each passing hour, I bid farewell to the embrace of youth. To commemorate this birthday, I grieve the loss of my previous flower….

SELF LOVE I am a woman I am a mother, a sister, a daughter I love myself, my family, and my friends. I am passionate about many things That is what makes me who I am today I love the way I look in my…

Running. Flowing through my hands. Warm and comforting. Nuzzling me as I scrub and scrape. Plate after plate, spoon after spoon. Turning the most mundane of chores into an act of comfort. Giving me some pleasure, some stillness, Till I am ready to finish, turn…

Running all over the house as a young child without any rhyme or reason Running aftera ball or a doll as an older child. Running after a lover as young adult Setting up a house running after money house,car, education, learning, fame As the body…