Voice of an Expat. II

Adding these spices one by one I’m recalling the effort you put On the messy yet beautiful days You taught me basic cooking, Ma. He’s at work and I’ve kept rice to boil, I can’t tell you I feel lonely but I am Remembering those days, I was obdurate About how much I hated staying…

A Candle Lit Walk.

He jumped out from the car Greeted me with a smile Looked me in the eyes Then looked away… I waited him to say “I’m here coz I’m not fine” But it’s not that this time He brought me no words Just fake smiles and flowers I knew him very well Even when he’ll never…


A hint of history time’s union wafting a lovely steam dance a lonely echo entrenches the heart thuds to the floor the dark past envelops memory’s curse – I am stranded at day one again.

The light abandoned

I feel the vibrations of a shifting reality from directions all around, calling out a warning as the foundation crumbles down . A vast chasm of darkness, held temporarily out of view, quickly now emerges, my fate lies ready to reveal. From the depths of this ebony cavern, there come the whispers of my name….

Night sky.

The fire is dead, The ember is gone,   Lying down,   Staring at the night sky,  Looking into the stars, I close my eyes.   With your hand, Inside mine. Our hearts entangled,      Together with unfathomable, And Forever love.

A Stitch

A needle and thimble My fingers do tremble For I took them out After much preamble Will I remember a stitch I learnt a decade and a half ago? Threads of silk Veins of cotton Skeins of varying colors  To begin this journey  I need to dig through my box That needs to be stocked!…


I don’t want a relationship, I want a happy life; I don’t want to be a girlfriend ‘cause I want to be your loving wife. I don’t want depression, neither any sort of expensive thing; Just your truest affection and a cute little wedding ring. Don’t be too quick to ask me out or even…


She is a celebration of colour and metal.  bright eyes pulled wide and heavy with paint her decorated skin rising with the crowd she is glowing  she is wild. She is a riot of shining, skinny limbs black hair framed by the pulse of arterial red her proud, bold, loud lips pushing boundaries she is…


If only we could choose the Days of woes Possibly sometimes snooze the trouble that follows. Every time I fall I stay still, like a doll Nothing to hold onto Not even a wall. I rage in silence If not the blood hence, I fight with no purpose, So I lose, Only through my defense.

I Bequeath

Stars shine the brightest, Now all have lost their glow! Honey tastes the sweetest, Now even a drop gives me a bitter blow! Once I preferred the company of extravagant beauties, All I now see is a heavy dosage of vanity! Glamour, Splendor, Lavishness, All these things gave me pleasure as I grew, Now purely…