Free verse — Do inanimate objects have feelings? I feel ballooned luchis don’t feel at home in a foreign country sarees feel stifled in cupboards the words we speak hide in the folds of our wrinkles music has feet and songs have an ancient woman’s soul I don’t just feel these things I know it I know water whispers little secrets and…

In memorium — They leave but they live on too through memories that are fragmented bits of illegible feelings and montages of seemingly regular images but veritable storehouses of reminiscence They leave but live on too through last words unmindfully uttered in their delirium that become the only words that remain with you like those travel…

Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt — shards of glass from shattered glass ceiling lay strewn, blown into smithereens; lessons from erstwhile transgressions notwithstanding, she walks right into the trap — under the tutelage of her family’s chaste tutoring, she marched on in this righteous world silenced heartbeat, quiet shrieks, hands-bound, lips stitched with the same thread her saree…

Scriturra Saturday Poetry Prompt — messy bed hair, unkempt toes peep, through tousled blanket body in foetal position, slightly shifts every few seconds, eyelids lift petrichor laden air coffee permeating, plodding through aching soul breathe in clammy air breathe out languor mind wanders hand meanders reaches over space between still warm empty sheets akin to…

Prompt : 02 June 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: Major Philosophy — the structures around crumble into rubble — life showing no signs of life, humans are but mayflies with intelligence, yet learn nothing after centuries of blindly following gurus, gods, saints, a guiding light one’s made to believe that leads mankind into kingdom come unquestioningly you follow — come sunday, dressed…

A poem — Long ago you had declared our paths weren’t the same you went your way and set me off on mine your discerning abilities are laudable but pardon my insolence, for I want to know how did that make you feel - choosing on my behalf the path I shouldn’t take? …