I just published my poetry collection Crimson Skins on Amazon. Check it out. / The night has a soft pattern to dismantle my body< Quiet a as hushed wound with a flat curvature of a splitting fruit, my body is a temple to wounds, a temple to eat things that are fleshy. The night lampsContinue reading “Wounds”

This Moment

  Inspired by- Eavan Boland A balcony. Brewed tea. Things are getting ready. a neighbour folds her dried out clothes. Another vendor strolls across the streets. Oranges and papayas , he screams. Stars and moon, things become raw at night. Opaque tunes of the clouds distorting, things pause as the sun sets in. This moment,Continue reading “This Moment”

A song so bright

and you need to know the music of love silently, dripping from the sky. Take your time to know the flower, the process of assimilation mulberry touch of the warm earth. Silence comes in surreal ways. drink the nectars of blue lips. Let it be, the hanging clouds or your numb Cheeks. Nature injects sweetContinue reading “A song so bright”

A purple picture

What is that sits on my backbone? a dissection of reality/ Look around. Pause. Breathe, walk across this painted room. A purple heartbeat, veins of the neon moon glowing, a facet of criss-cross dreams, amniotic sheets of sun-baked earth, observe, wait, observe. It’s an alchemy of genius masterpiece.

Things that slip

Napowrimo#9 Whirl like topaz, hear exhaustive voices, all like a mother-daughter relation. Watch a point of Stagnation. Reverberation. Too much cold. and carry the footsteps behind, live, live like a flower on a naked body. There are no cloying questions of life. You will fail if you swallow life. Don’t. Don’t fidget about the atmosphere.Continue reading “Things that slip”

A day like this

Another day has gone. I sit and pray like a maniac, with a white smile, you can count on. I prepare breakfast and prepare a story to tell. I prepare so many wild things often. Bricks on bricks, and soft wool of tales. You left like a reptile in a hibernation. with floors slipping beneathContinue reading “A day like this”

Poetry that eats me

I was told since beginning to breathe. Outside the loathing empty voice. Like a romantic bud blossoming under the clear sky. I knew i had some issue. I was often mad. People called me anxious. And life vomited every disgusted feeling, a black hole on my face. I survived that. i survived my anxiety. TheContinue reading “Poetry that eats me”

cold room

“That stale air you think of is heaviness surrounding the numb teeth.” It’s dark, It’s the night. we slumber with mouths open trying to please. trying to pick lotus with our heavy lips. I stare into this earth which holds me like a baby, and then the flashback of pills and heartaches. that moment ofContinue reading “cold room”


Today, my writing is divine. With the savage to sink myself in words, I am invincible. Language embellishes me like wrapping petals of roses to the moon. I know my heartbeat today, rapturous, melancholic like almond skin. I feel the bruises not the scars for scars are permanent ink. I remember that sad lady lyingContinue reading “Words”