The ‘Other Woman’ is an uncomfortable topic of discussion, today, as always. She is viewed as a ‘taboo’ in herself, someone that a woman should abstain from being or …
'It is the day of the month in the year / When she celebrates the choice of her dear.'
A poem from a time the poet found his old diary.
Perhaps I will grow to become a woman and age to become a mother and I’ll die to prove myself as a mortal.
'Your death is not a part of your life, perhaps it is a part of your loved one’s life.'
A poem about the author's strained relationship with his mother.
The toxicity of a family might vary from being very trivial to extremely unbearable. But the worst part is some of us don’t even realise that it’s not normal.
A poem that resulted from the author riving past his old family home that now lies locked.
'Now it ran dry, the serpents long gone, the tree still stood like some afterthought.'
Decades ago, every Thursday night, Mom gave my siblings and me supper early to tuck us in for the late-night Hindi movie on Channel 33 – the only English …