How long do we not acknowledge the vagaries of youth? How long do we just close our eyes to blinding lights of truth? To what extent we hide our fears, how tight we seal our lips? How much do we prefer to lie, than being labelled uncouth? Just how do we locate the line that… Continue reading Questions

October Rain

Bleak sunshine blends with wind and rain; Monsoon is full and falling. An empty street blooms whole and soul, Sweet smells of soil are calling. An urban frog prays to the cold, A bus sprints through brown puddles. October opens wide its arms; The embrace is enthralling. – October 2016