Poetry

"...you will open the curtains completely, in a sunny and clear morning..."

"...her passion of performing poetry..."

"...they shed their selves to fit into society..."

"...Their talks took them to different and varied things, almost as varied as life itself..."

"...laid back busy lives, consuming our hours,..."

"...The naked tree only houses black crows..."

"...a face we cannot remember, no matter what..."

"...Her mind sinks deep into The heart of someone else..."

"...heavy with rain, they were ready and reckless..."

"...he inventories dandelions with prodding, plush black legs..."

"...I'm sneezing also As does a man Not so far away from me..."

"...When the city sleeps..."

"...You are a beauty par excellence lain like Europa..."

"...endless chaos, and a thin streak of quiet..."

"...There will be a text..."

"...everyone did nothing but grow bitter..."

"...having languished in bondage for forty years..."

"...We will put a name to every whirl and stir..."

"...stalks of corn taller than tales told by the fire..."

"...Of counting stars and singing along with the rain bird..."

"...the memories of the world will be completely vanished..."

"...we will echo it around the world..."

"Gulal" is a Hindi word. It is colored powder with which one smears the other during Holi, the Festival of Colors.

"...Unpaved like a road in need of immediate repair..."

"if ever there was a beautiful brook, then she is the one..."

"...listen to commentary about hate and racism..."

"...You come from a place where moon swifts to mirth..."

"...study the faces of the aged..."

"...guilt stricken on the cold kitchen floor..."

"...I can still conjure up the fear..."