Oops I did it again.

Unlike the scores of other interesting skills that people possess,my chief skill happens to be carelessness. You see,this particular skill I've honed over time came with great practice. I'm careless in a number of trades. As a kid,I rarely knew the difference between writing within the margins and outside it . I always faced the… Continue reading Oops I did it again.


My cryptic transition to normalcy.

I was seven when I first looked at a boy and the world stopped moving. My mother was so proud of me when I craned my neck to look at someone much older to me with a seeming look of admiration. Instead the first word that I blurted out was "bad boy". The baby that… Continue reading My cryptic transition to normalcy.

There is peace in the silence in the mind I can’t think,thick impervious screen of distance from reality From you,with good reason I won’t embrace the light because you won’t reflect it back at me I look at the dissatisfied face of yours Unhappy with your knees Your kith and kin Always dispensing warmth  as… Continue reading


Sweet Succinct Short  My aching fingers traced the tapered ends of the tattered piece of paper The ink was black  Some letters fainter than the rest  Perhaps the quilt had a problem    The letter was written in a jovial tone  Jocund Carefree  Unfettered  But there was something about the way the tail of some… Continue reading Grace


There's a gnawing pain  That dances in cinders  Whirling in chains  The dance of the fire  To the blood drum  An ember unchained  Inching its way to the mouth of the furnace  Soot  Smoke  Tar  Does it make its way out?  That is not for me to say.