There’s an elephant in the room It stands on my lips Wraps its thick gray trunk Around my throat Constricting breath Restricting honesty Prodding me to go on With charades and games What this circus needs Is a ringmaster without a whip One with purring…

Losing something is painful if its hope then one dies We never lose in a competition only lessons are learnt there   Exams? nope, they don’t make us losers They are just a parameter of society   Job? No, it has no role either Money,material…

As a girl, young, bordering on naïve, I had a tree swing. My stepfather climbed the backyard tree to tie the ropes with hands that were accustomed to being fists. Hour upon hour I sat in the swing listening to the ropes creak and the…

The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

Maybe tomorrow birds will sing and flowers dance to the words of a god speaking light and truth, but today it’s dark –and raining.

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

Attention, Who doesn’t like it. Fame, You got to fight for it.   My Darling, A little girl Still stays inside you She may want to be a princess but you need to be the Queen.   Those bright lights can hurt your eyes There…

promises sleep and dreams are suffocated by Ambien death becomes a play told in three acts my favorite part is the end.

Hunting is dangerous, Finding is the right word. While looking for the next one We keep scrolling.   Windows are opened, Shelves are shuffled again And we keep scrolling.   Take a walk outside Look at the trees Smile at squirrels Play with a cat…

my birthday stands before me her finger crooked, beckoning me but to where? feet planted, but still I race forward   vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer, I see years gone by, a blur of light and dark, mostly dark some stop to remind me…