The Secret

A poet like me is a wannabeLiving in dual worldsOne that lives in convex lenses of lifeAnd one that sees life in concave lenses through words

What If

This WHAT If is scaryAutism is notYou just have to be BRAVE


Her soft voice sounded cryptic with the burgundy bangs of hair.The flouroscent orange scarf draped around her neck was simply petal designed but looked like a flamingo embracing her. The charred metal bracelet on her… Read More »Cryptic

In a Spot

Her sunshades flickered on the window panes of a parked SUV, a Corolla Altis to be precise.Her brown eyes waited with bated breath through the grey lenses while she adjusted her bag, fidgeted with her… Read More »In a Spot