I built pillow tents with you,

But you vamoosed without me.

Oh, the rhymes we’ve sung, the drawings we’ve done

how could you flee?
I want to run away from my responsibilities again,

Go back to that park, then come back to take a nap

Oh, Peter Pan knew it already,

That growing up was a trap.


Russian Doll

Broken shards of glass

Poke at the shattered remains

Of her vivid fantasies

The piercing sharpness of reality

Draws blood from her delicate skin


So she builds on herself layers

In the likeness of a Russian doll,

Matryoshka, she became hidden

Her core securely protected

By a fortress of countless walls


As time runs its inevitable course

Even fortresses crumble and erode

Demolished slowly, her meticulous craft

Began its lingering tumultuous tumble


Oh, babushka

My sweet old lady

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?


In the journey of life,

many people come and go…

Some Friends some Foes.


Give your Foe a thousand chances

to become your Friend

but don’t give your Friend

even one chance

to become your Foe.


The Incense holder

Wisps of sandalwood smokes

Whispers of the soul sing

Shreds of its powdery scent

Float around the room,

Engulfing it with the lingers

Of a cozy hindu altar


Incense sticks sit perched

On a clay holder

Its body is etched with cursive designs

Orange marigolds fall next to it


As palms are pressed together before it

Eyes shut as prayers are murmured.


Did I Get Tired of Falling in Love?

I’ve written about Love a little too many times

But you must have asked,

“Don’t you get tired of writing and talking about it?

Why is love so overrated?

Why do writers dream of fairy tales

when all they describe it as painful?”


And my answer to you is, no.


Because love is the very fibre of humanity;

Love breathes, and love lives.

Love is happiness and sacrifice, all at once.

Love is a choice and a necessity, all at once.

Love is beautiful and messy, all at once.

Love is fire and ice, all at once.


No, Love is not overrated.


How can it be overrated when it is the one emotion that binds every important person to you?


Love is what keeps you, me and every one of us hoping:


Hoping for the ability to forgive

Hoping for a better tomorrow,

Hoping for a happier life,

Hoping for a perfect partner,

Hoping for a peaceful world.


No, I do not get tired of falling in Love.


Because I don’t think Love is what I am tired of;

Heartbreaks are what I am tired of.


Love doesn’t hurt you,

Lies, betrayals, and cheating does.