I swallow basil leaves out of exasperation, maa says it’s holy and sacred. I spill ganges water, pearl white on myself, my skin turns utterly dewy, lavender and rose fragrance altogether. My heart is a closed box of charcoal and honey, maa says it removes impurities and vexation. But I tell you it doesn’t eliminate… Continue reading Basil leaf
The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We… Continue reading The Last Poetry I ever Write for You
It hurt me abyss Bruised me in bits and pieces, As such the chaos in my heart Can never be effaced.