‘ Perhaps it’s my top,’ she thought and pulled it once more for the neckline to seem closer, ‘ Could it be my hair?’ She tamed a few strays and tied her loose hair into a tight pony, ‘Is it my jean clad bulging thighs?’ She placed her bag on her lap to ensure it was...

Mynahs and bulbuls delight her with morning melodies, Her heart hums with the gentle breeze, The window is a gateway to her weary soul, A temporary escapade from her existing hellhole. Skies paint a canvas in myriad colours, How her dreams dangle in vivid pictures, In...

eggs crack— the empty shore dotted with bobbing heads waves ebb and flow— blazing neons brighter than the distant stars traffic jam— ambling ridleys jolt to blaring horns *** Note : ( my haiku does not follow 5 7 5) I have tried to portray the plight of Olive Ridley...

  I toss and turn several times in my bed, Yawn, stretch and let my resting limbs spread, With great efforts I reach out to snooze the alarm, Boy! Agitated seems my sleepy arm, Dreams that were paused play in my mind once again, Weaving scenes of fantasy, busy...

  After gathering in absolute chaos A thousand thoughts take flight And tether in ways quite intriguing… A word links with other levitating words and slowly grows into a sentence, A sentence in succession mutates into verses, Artfully aligning in ways quite...