Poetry comes rolling out of my pursed lips like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.

“You don’t care, you don’t care!” she shouts into his ears. Pain is a drug that unites them. Right now,…

She said your love is an old mattress. It’s comfortably molded to me. But it’s too heavy to carry. So…

Two months ago, I did an ecommerce shopping run to replenish my summer wardrobe. I checked out all the Indian…

Pretty notions, like faint moisture on her hands in the sunlight, glistened, refracted and vanished into thin air.

  The memory of him clings to the tips of her hair, like the first rain that they got caught…

The first was a warrior; he broke my heart to pieces The second an artist; he sculpted them into beauty…

Intimacy in brief, blinding flashes, like light reflecting off a knife’s edge, between our cold, hard selves.