Is it because I am young, That my outcry falls on deaf ears, Left to wander alone in this concrete jungle, Alone with the chilly coldness of the night, They call me a street kid, Wrapped with black waste bags…
Do not pity us, Seated upon our wheelchairs, We are an asset and not a liability, Able to rise up, Leaping with joy and pouring in laughter, We are not fragile, Nor are we sick in our minds, Take…
Some call it paranoia, But I simply say plainly, It is the state of affairs in our world, We vote for a president And he or she ambushes the nation, Forgetting the people, We lack to understand each other…
People of today have no sense of compassion, Only a rare few show love, So many crooks roaming about this world, Fraudulent and disguised, Even the postman nowadays, Has a trick or two up his sleeve, Why in the…
It takes a man and a woman of courage, To ask for forgiveness, The heart lives in pain but the mind lives in denial, How exceptional indeed, When broken pieces are gathered once again Domestic violence Never shows any harmony…
The news of ends came mounting the whitest clouds; they showered each time I shivered a cool drizzle as soft as mother’s kiss that got warmer by the moment falling upon me. Each loved one went silently down; bubbles…
Poets don’t allow poems to take an aeroplane; they are afraid of the heights it might take their lines to. They believe that poetry should stand firmly on firm ground. If it flies, it should fly on its…
Sinking When the waters refuse To swallow the sails Sinking When the body blooms And the mind rots Sinking When all that laughter won’t Wipe a little pain Sinking When the blood of life Goes black with…
Water boils in the steel pot held over the blue flame; bubbles rising from the bottom as small as mustard seeds move up in a tornado growing as they swirl to surface big and strong as life…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The mighty sun was rising on the city. The birds had taken flight on a new day. The city was abuzz with early morning activities; milk and newspaper…
Right in the middle of the starclad night, The fireflies nestle my delicate dreams, Over the beaming moon Blush the naive hopes. It’s a glasshouse of choices, Choices that are made with Each glorious sunshine and Every dark blue twillight.…
Through love’s great power to be made whole In mind and body, heart and soul – Through freedom to find joy, or be By dint of joy itself set free In love and in companionhood: This is the true and…