The words lifted off the page strung together like beads, they gathered around my neck, a beautiful wordy necklet,  my own private noose. Death by words, this is what I am destined for. I cannot complain but agree  with the logic behind fate – quite a fitting finale  for one who twists words every day. … More Twisted


It slices through green vines, through veins of the tree full of  blossoms.   The flowers fall red, scarlet, crimson, spilling blood on rubble and moss.   She is mutilated, killed. Leaves, flesh, flowers, lips, what does it matter when centuries of crime are on repeat?


One day it will strike you Full on your face, Your eventual loneliness. That is the way of the world. People leave inevitably Like whiffs of vapour; They will bow out, And leave you on the stage And the spotlight will widen around you And you will surrender to the blinding light And embrace the … More Solo


As I grew older, I realized the irony of growing up- It took twenty three years for me to distinguish a lie from the truth.   As I grew older, my friendships were few and far between, like the fizzy drinks in multicoloured cans- cold and piquant with an inescapable shelf life.   As I … More Adulthood


  I pull up the syringe and inject the tune into my bloodstream and I lose myself to the rise and fall of the rhythm Everyday, I medicate to forget, to dream, to fantasize and to be free. My body is no longer a bundle of nerves, but a nest of coiled verses. Yet I … More Music

A Positive Spin

You pull words out of a hat And throw it on people, Basking in their sad attention. A magician like no one else, Twisting words to suit your needs That is a talent, no tease. While you do that I pirouette to the music Of your slander. I stretch and twirl, Turning things around, Literally … More A Positive Spin

City Life

  I watch my pet cat dart about my kitchen garden, thinking of the changes that have crept in–   Eat or be eaten, the way of life in the wild, now, reinvented for the urbane, concealed by shimmery electric lights and the smell of warm notes–   Vehicles gush by, silhouetted by oncoming headlights … More City Life


  So I wore laziness like a coat, letting life take its natural course.   I sat on the lurch with my head nestled in my hands and I saw life stride forward,  round a bend, then disappear.   Time passed and I was left behind. No doubt there. My coat, now old, is torn- … More Coat


They say that where there is smoke there is fire.   They say that where there is a will there’s a way. But I don’t care what they say anymore, It’s not their call, I have repainted the idioms and they are drying under the sun- Words that stare at me imbued with new meanings. … More Words


Two roads diverged and I met someone at the crossroads, the meeting fleeting like the flash of headlights of a car passing; And  my dilemma was no longer about the path that I have to take but the person I encountered.   Two roads diverged And I met someone at the crossroads, the meeting fleeting … More Roads