Published inILLUMINATIONThe OutlawsCold morning, warm afternoon, Hollow hearts, dense streets, on which Vrooming bikers, late-night teenagers, roadside junkies, vacillating…Feb 27, 2021Feb 27, 2021
Published inThe POMIdeology Is A Mandate?a poem on the premature turning to ideology of YoungstersJan 9, 20211Jan 9, 20211
Published inThe POMIt Was Pure; It Was One-SidedThat huddle of pathetic losers,Jan 3, 2021Jan 3, 2021
Published inILLUMINATIONFacade of a Young ArtistWrote a piece last night, felt nothing, how can it be so. Worked on it for two weeks, whole nights, after day jobs. Just to reach this…Dec 25, 20202Dec 25, 20202
Published inILLUMINATIONShe is a girl, show some respectThe day started and boulevards brightened,Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
Published inSocial JogiIndians and Thank-yous“I love your sweater, Mr. X” “Why thank you, Mrs. Y . Yours is lovely too”Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
The EastI sought the East and East precisely, the gleaming lights and white halls lively. The bloomy wind and the Maiden’s wrist, her florid rind…Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
Published inILLUMINATIONAzure and GaeaI had never met my father, parts of me did but I never, and he talked through messages- his tears. He cried whenever he wanted to talk and…Dec 21, 2020Dec 21, 2020