Kamustha Folks! This last semester that I have successfully completed had me studying about defense mechanisms in psychology. Well, little did I know I would soon turn to one. My mother does not know I have blog! In fact, no one except a few of my friends know I have a blog. So, instead of […]Read More WHY MY MOM DOESN’T KNOW I HAVE A BLOG! (TOXIC WASTE #8)
A poem about a girl and a piano.Read More THE GIRL AND THE PIANO ( and what happened to her music…)
“I think we should just die”. I looked at her wondering what was wrong this time. She sat on the other bed, holding her phone and swiping up and down her screen. “What happened?” I asked. More due to the fact that she can get it over with so I can go back to concentrating […]Read More Why aren’t we “that” pretty? ( Toxic Waste #7)
A dedication to my father who buried his dreams to make mine come true.Read More THE SECRETS MY NOTEBOOKS HELD
Tell me where I can call home.Read More Homeless.
The Bindi, an optional mark of Indian feminityRead More The Bindi I wear…
About the fear of poetry that continues to lurk in the corners of my mind.Read More FUNERAL BLUES (Toxic Waste #6)