The dawn tiptoes
Like a maiden dark,
Collecting the sea-shells
On the morning
Deserted beach,
Watched by the swaying palms,
The breaking waves singing a song
For the shy maiden
From the...
It’s the twilight zone between night and day;
The Sun is still not yet up there;
The crepuscular horizon has a razor-thin streak
Of red-light peeping out...
The water rose on the painted faces,
The bottled stars smiled their grace,
The angst of the waning moon
Fills my demon heart.
With maddening violins upon the...
Poems are cruel in the summer
The humid residues of memories put through
The blender of our thoughts
Tinged by the brightly indigestible islands of food
Clinging in...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...