Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat? Extracting every remnant pain that lingers, In ways gentle it transforms your winters into warm summers, And infuses life with carnation colours. Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat? It portrays feelings that lips fail to utter, Opens gilded paths to...

‘Pick me up,’ said the big, bold jhumkas that still remained unwrapped, ‘ Please, use me!’ Said the extra dark smoky kohl eyeliner that was due for expiry, ‘ Let me kiss your lips!’ Whispered the bright red glossy lipstick that stayed concealed in the vanity pouch...

  Breathing life into every place she enters, Her existence like the air is at times noticed only when she disappears, Meandering in ways unimaginable to every situation, Like water she shapes herself showing utmost determination, Embracing people around her with...

‘ 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...