There comes a point when the pale windowsill by your bed, no longer remains contained within your small room. There comes a point when you find the moon is shining brighter than it usually does and you find yourselves love-sick again. The cold wind slaps you across your face but you find it refreshing. You’re […]Read More It’s Time…
Another slam poem….interestingly, this one turns out to be on mother too!Read More Home
Who is it? She asked and he slammed her head on the metal plate. He still kept whispering the tune…Read More The Tune
My confession….Read along and do comment about how you felt it was!Read More THE LOVE LETTER
Performed this spoken word today. Felt so happy!Read More MOM
When you really experience it and it’s difficult to decide, whether others should know it or not!Read More The Last Question…
No,No,no….It’s not the end! It’s the beginning!Read More Part 2 : Eyes can’t Lie….