In this land, Where blues of melancholy blend seamlessly With golden waters, As the sun sets on yet another Day of shackled existence; My lungs fill with Sicksweetness; Saffron and Blood. I have failed you, Paradise! Advertisements


My vagabond heart washed upon your shore And lay there for days and weeks and years; My lost home taking its last hopeful breaths, shedding its feathers One by one by one; Will it be a phoenix rising from the ashes? Or will it burn by a half and leave the other Pressing on my … More Vagabond


As a child, home to me was a static space Of red bricks and moss covered doors So tall that my button eyes struggled to see their tips; Of coconut trees romancing thunderstorms And my face cupped in little hands; Humming and writing and humming, Poetry and music – their love child; Home was my … More Home

The Last Wish

The cold bath in the morning triggered nothing; I did not shiver, I did not cry, Perhaps, I did not even blink. They walked me to the doorstep of the end, Where I would be silenced forever; Those were moments of mindfulness, as I walked; I could feel the icy floor pierce the soles of … More The Last Wish


In every breath of mine, I have held you in joy and agony alike; Every time I closed my eyes, With wrinkled lids and trembling lashes, I dreamed a dream Of you and me, Forever! I have owned you, darling, In my innocent aspirations and childlike desires; In my brutal vulnerability, And, in love’s destruction … More Madly