Oh, My Light…

What is most important to you?

This Is Goodbye

All things must come to an end sometime.

Writers will always have stories to tell and those stories will always matter.

The children aren’t safe when “it” is around.

When the creep comes to town, no home is safe.

I find myself a wicked place, where darkness marked it “home”…

When things are perfect you can recall the infinite memories lost to time.

The asphalt rules everything.

When you slip into a life of the mundane, it often feels as if you can’t escape the shackles of your own making.

With our first Hindi poem, we explore the feelings of wanting to fly while fighting the fear to do so.