They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.

Another weeping star
comes to me. The twin
presence interacts.

Personified.
A pain sits with me.
I split into shards.

A spooky boom.
Water bends. I kiss
your scream.

White night.
Acacia breaks,
roots won't move.

Dear Stranger
Dear Stranger
In yesterday's hugs
I got lost in your scents
I didn't want to let go
I was left in a trance
So, I engraved you in my heart
And buried you in a poem

I am justice
Blind to colour
Blind to race
Blind to tribe
I play it right

Before me;
All men are equal
Before me;
Might is not right
Right is right

Before you act; think
Before you talk, filter
If you do the crime
Trust me, you'll do the time
For my gavel will I bang

wind whines
haze rain
flings dishtowels
dupatta from
balconies.
150 kilometers
from the sea
I feel the chill,
nature bestows
a mini-monsoon,
relief
from summer’s sweltering
tirades.
but what destruction
could this storm, too, bring?