Soft murmurs in my soul those fleeting whispers which drowns the cacophony of my tumultuous mind a break, rip and a tear here and there and emotions come flying out like the caged birds, fireflies trapped in a jar ready to soar high in the cerulean skies or take a dip in your crimson love, messengers … Continue reading Memories


First published in The Quiet Letter, July 2018 “Mankind's lessons are written in the ruins of his civilization.” ― Anthony T. Hincks Days rolled into nights and seasons turned into years Air turned heavy with memories from the yesteryear And the warm breeze doesn't soothe me the ground has been cracked parched, sullen for years, it … Continue reading Ruins


“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet” ― Robert Browning Hidden between the pages of my favorite book or lying as crushed petals between those folds scenting and filling up my senses will all the nostalgia all the days and nights there have been and many more Sleeping quietly as … Continue reading Nostalgia


First featured in the Little Rose Magazine, July 2018 The old cuckoo has been strangled rolling in dust for its coarse and harsh cries are bringing back the memories too hard to bear too painful to hear The cobwebs in the old piano have marked the crotchet of my memories with the missing touch of my lover's … Continue reading Remembrance

Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance

Dear friends, One of my poems got published in the July edition of Little Rose Magazine. Little Rose is a Utah-based online magazine of literature and art, aiming to confront issues of identity, such as gender, race, class, religion, intersectionality, internet identity, and culture. Please read my poem Remembrance and leave your precious feedback in … Continue reading Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance


A large black cumulus shape around me floating endlessly conjured by my purple thoughts and in my hallowed mind its beginning to swell up and pour on my raisin skin and filling up every pour every nook and corner of my being a mushroom hovering simmering with the acidic thought burning through this cold ice blurring with tales of … Continue reading Recollection

Old shoes

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ---From an Irish headstone” Lying on the top shelf covered with layers of time still, has their character carrying their worries from moments of time They smiled when he slipped into them wilted when they left aged with the feet for … Continue reading Old shoes


Night time, the most pleasant and serene time of the day. When the chaos is slowly fleeing your mind and filling your soul with the calmness night brings with it.There is so much going around us which gets blocked out or we miss due to the constant buzzing around us during the day.Night brings out all the sonic beauty in the nature there is.Listen closely, it's telling you something!!