Wash the sins out of my ribcage with downpour,
the monsoon cannot swell fast enough to abate...

with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...

“Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...

and you -
where light was bountiful...

and there you go again –
all-swollen, your face is somber and a...

on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the...

parched are the lips that recite your poetry –
your words demand everything to take flight...

After being tended to by parents, who had more...
than love—who called out for a more benevolent...

we carry the hurt in our hearts,
swallowing it every time our...

Maybe forgetting is first, and death comes...
because we gave it meaning by connecting the...

oh sweet child, do you still pluck a
dandelion to adorn every bouquet...

the hands quiver when it comes to
penning you a garland of poems...