05/07/16
A glimpse at the blue...

september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving...

This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...

march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...

they inform me without fail that desperation...
all...

Days until today,
we shared, once...

12/02/2017
My eyes searched for something bright...

28/02/2017
I asked you for a share of...

my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you...

(it is 2 am.
who is in your thoughts...

It was an October evening when
the muddy waters of our pond dried up...

(…and now,
there are colours...