It thought I’d let it go, In the air, Up, above, somewhere, Over the oceans, Sand dunes and sun’s glare. But I found it, Right behind me,...

I’ve taken your name so many times that it has become a ritual you follow to impress Gods. Albeit, Gods can be impressed, not you. —...

I’ve written poems, Too many maybe, Or too less, I cannot decide, For people who don’t know me, Or lesser they care. I wonder if they...