I cut up my old sari, Stitched well to a pillow, I stuffed it with.......

The cruel morning wore a coat of dust and wind. The road had carried many.......

The window side, Which you liked the most… I am there! You were like a.......

The pages of time Open like petals Revealing stories Of joy and sorrow Words are.......

As symphony of the dusk began to vane A bridge is seen in soft, forgiving.......

The cockroach moves only to endure. The snake moves as if memory lives beneath its.......

Passing by my school, through partially laid roads Caressing those endearing memories in loads… Muddy.......

I am a Blitonist. I stand for light that endures questioning, for truth that does.......

The train journey to Kottayam Unearthed the man with vision, Deeply from within. The trip.......

Last night the wandering wind across the golden fields Brought me the trembling fragrance of.......

In Africa’s old stories, I have another name, the bird that listens to the earth........

I do not raise my voice, I raise my brow. That is enough to rearrange.......

Everyone wants to be a writer. Few want to learn to swim. A school of.......

You call when nights are cold and long, When he’s not there, and you feel.......

Ever felt like your opinions were swallowed mid-sentence? Like your feelings queued politely, but were.......