Tag Archives: Soul

Come Here

Come here,

Look at me.

I’ve read your story

In your eyes

And the way you smile.

No, don’t look away. Continue reading Come Here



You’ve given me

Strings of flowers
Trying to hide
The barbed wires
You want to tie me with

Continue reading Pottery


You’ll see her
Wearing different shades
Of different relations;
Of different responsibilities.
But hear the soul
Within that body,
Speaking of dreams
And everything human
In the wrinkles of her palm;
In lipstick shades;
In the way she walks;
In her choices;
All echoing of her,
And just her;
Of the individual
She’s crafted into being
With the hand of an artist.

And ode to the soul that’s been sketched over the years, draping different responsibilities and relations in neat pleats and adding colour to them from the palette of her bosom.

Continue reading मांma

Rant #1 : It’s okay.

You know, there’s this major problem that we’re all facing.


To not be in acceptance.

You’re having anxiety issues? It’s okay.

You’re anorexic? It’s okay.

You’re having problems at home? It’s okay.

You have flaws? It’s okay.

It’s. OKAY.

We need to start understanding that’s it’s okay to have flaws; we’re supposed to have flaws.

Continue reading Rant #1 : It’s okay.