Poems

Self

Spices are genes visible.indian_spices

They travel with us encased,

forgotten in the corner

of a cupboard.

 

 

 

 

Human

girl-happy-rain-rainy-days-smile-wet-Favim.com-71335The frozen raindrops on face

strip away the rouge,

excavating the blue veins,

wrinkled skin,

exposing the contour of the

human.

 

 

 

Life

Inside the crowded restaurant,crowded res

bodies jostle for warmth;

At a corner table, their eyes locked in an embrace;

words defer  intimacy.

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