Where is home for you?
Is it a place, a person or maybe a feeling?
Poetry
My bride paints pistachio shellsat the bequest of rose hipsscattered across the table.
my soul is many rivers bleeding into seven Seaslong as the Nile deeper and wider than the Sargasso or the…
Home is that comfort that you find in a glass of haldi doodh*,simmered late at night while you…
Since past few days I had forgotten how a quiet home feels like because there was that noise of someone decluttering…
For you, I send strength,
Forbearance, and the trance of strength.