The Love Dance

Imagine you grew up in a culturescape that has 25 different ways to describe sorrow, trauma, pain, the list goes on and no word for love It would be a but like being colour-blind in a world radiant with colors like sensing darkness at the beginning of a tunnel and I wonder even if I … More The Love Dance

Letting go

To the one who romances the idea of letting go, the ground pushes them to be greater . To the one who finds stillness, the entire universe succumbs.

Bruised Blossom

Speak to the life in the decaying earth . Command it turnover it’s harvest by the flusters of spring . Time stands still and one could imagine in these moments that everything happens, nothing happens. An alarm goes off breaking the silence, Your tears roll off dainty lashes. Deja Vu, You’ve lost count of how … More Bruised Blossom

Infinite

Our breaths, a dreamcatcher that forms in the wind. Our journeys, a milky way scented with rainwater If the lens of perceptions were fractured, Life’s paradox would appear as it is, Infinite.

Medusa

What do you make of her emerald green eyes that converge like a hourglasses. Creature of the night, she crawls into her crevice. No one who has ever spent a night there has made it out whole. She’s made it a mission to smother her lovers hearts to dust. Mesmerising, she is the original Banshi. … More Medusa

Urn

Starlit night and full moon sun rays piercing omnimous clouds Bloodshot skin, smell of butane flaxen haired adulteress of the night         Jaundiced skin, bloodlust temptress pruned stone jewels for eyes Juggles a planetarium above her crown Enlightened Goddess of the wilderness       Entire universe, Orbiting elements Doubled trajectories, doppler … More Urn