A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.
A poem about the trauma and injustice of living as a woman in a patriarchal world
'You twist my tongue, so much so that I start speaking like you.'
I’ll be going back to that bar for that G&T I wanted. Let’s see them stop me.
"You are no more, but I bear your name, with glimpses of you in me, I am here all the same"
If you're an unmarried Indian man who wants a roof over his head and some female company once in a while – too bad. You can't get everything in life.