A Trip Down Memory Lane

A poem by Natasha Kurien

To Be an Honest Nurturer

Sky

Navy Blue

The color of burning is not red

A Song of Acceptance

because you murder me with love

Let Go

Ya Allah
Give me the strength to let go
Let go of the past
And its mistakes
The future
And its what-ifs
Let go
Of the things I have no control…

To watch a man murdered

a juxtaposition

Hidden pastel

Scars 
are hidden in your eyes.
I swim inside our shared aorta, 
going down our pastel story. 
I feel
impressionism on ascending…

Pack of Wolves

Like many, I was laid off during this pandemic. It’s a helpless feeling and one that I’ll never forget. These are the words that…