Author of Leaking Ink. Misbehaving beautifully. Reading unreasonably. Speaking passionately. Feminist. Poet. Speaker.
Blue. Kettles and tea cups.
The fine lines on that old English wall. The patterns.. no that tiny little…
Honey, I am watching the clocksweep the time,the time away from ourpool of life.so what are we waiting for?
We were on two points on this worldtalking through a wirethink about ourwordstravelling through eons…
Tomorrow, my stories of you will be woven withdaydreams, perhaps, what-ifs, and kaash!, wo aisa kehta tha!I can…
Talking about that day was painful. The tears in your eyes, the pain in the setting of your lips, the way you held your arms…
Today I realisedI owe some silence onto my becomingAs much as speaking outIt’s a knife edge in the quivering balancePushed to the side…