Teacher. Learner. Seeker. Doer. Thinker. Dreamer. Adventurer. Risk taker. Realist. Passionate. Harmonizer. Rules bender. Chaotically creative. Constructively self destructive. Non conformist. Complicated. Trend setter. Nocturnal. Easily high on sugar. A pragmatic escapist. A brutally honest critic. hard to convince . harder to impress. Good at wearing masks. And tearing others’ masks too. Believer in the fluidity of identity. Neruda, TS Eliot, Plath and Woolf - my inspirations. Shadows. Silences. Subconscious. Perfectionist. Individualistic. Detest regimentation. Second hand books, bubbles, balloons, rain drops dancing on the windshield of a fast moving car, lakesides, seasides and mountains make me happy. So do cupcakes, wine, freebies in expensive hotels, the last page of a good book, handicrafts and the smell of grass. post-it notes define me. cleaning is therapeutic. Mathematically challenged. Milk is my drug.Stagnation petrifies me,so do snakes and spiders. Lost a friend 6 years ago. Stopped writing poetry. I imagine. I’m a survivor.
When the hate began subordinating, where were you? O! My clothes were on fire. When you climbed the lips, words were livid on tongue: beyond the earth and sky, water and air, fire! You stutter? Speak not truth. I don’t
Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust
Trust, when you can Have Faith, when you realize. Not the two sides of the same coin Trust and Faith are mistakenly combined Cornering a space in every Human Two feelings are never found together. Trust is the feeling, Of
She had a twinkle in her eyes, smile on her face She trusted everybody she encountered For she thought the world was full of angels Who could do no harm. Her world had myriad hues, her wants were simple All