I Am Sorry … Chembur, Mumbai Amar had bent down to pick up the newspaper when he saw the
First Love
This city Knows my secrets Of summers Wrapped in love. A decade locked In memories, Two lovers, Now
The Miracle
The silence grieves – no song is sung. Threads of a forgotten day hang Loosely – their
Kitchen Calamities
A certain exigency at the home front has seen me co- stationed in the kitchen with one of the less
Our Little Angel Star
I had often seen her sitting in the corridor, waiting for her father to come and pick her up.
My Home Beckons
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day28 I have lived too far away, too long, to gather words mouthed and sung by those
Komorebi – The light that Breathes
#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day27 They paint the skies – random strokes of brush, with spaces left for the sun to get
#NAPOWRIMO2025 #ARTOONSINNPOETRYPARLOUR #DAY26 The ache clung to her walls, its roots diving deep into the concrete that had hardened
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day25 Do not utter truths that tear us apart, carving gashes deep, spilling blood. Like art on canvases
The Cat’s Got My Girlfriend
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day24 My cat claims He’s tired of me: I’m a bore, And I snore. He’s moved to