Updates on Olive Skins

Sipping my tea, here I am wishing a very happy and prosperous new year to all. I hope you all work harder this year, laugh harder and be more kind to everyone around you especially yourself! Having said that I would like to start this post with a positive approach for my baby that isContinue reading “Updates on Olive Skins”


Quietly, winter sets in like a bride so pure, a porcelain teapot full of warmth, a dandelion brushing against the skin. The kitchen lights shine on my bare skin, producing a glimmer of my mind. The grass is cut short. Precise and anorexic. The air is not the same anymore. Bulbs of sophisticated figments produceContinue reading “Winter”


  there is absolutely an archaic music ruffling in my ear, I call it home. pitter-patter raindrops, wrapping a ceremony around my waist. There is belongingness to this body, with nature being receptive of my patterns. A short, polka dot marrying the tablecloth. the small details that you often ignore. And I surrender my eyes,Continue reading “Raindrops”

A poet too insane

A frequent dancing step of memory so unique and feverish, an operation of melodious thunderstorms circulating/ watching a gluey stare What is that white noise? A stare, a semantic of laughter. A cacophony of strange chemicals. The molten rhythm of steroid heart. I am blue today, dark blue. nothing that remains inside excites me, IContinue reading “A poet too insane”