Ambrosia

Someone once told me to take this tragedy inside me and to turn it into art; to paint the walls with my broken heart. So I picked up my palette of mistakes, of strewn bed-sheets & of hands-held and I prayed to a god I did not believe in, for an ending to a story …

Incomplete Infinity

Every day resembles a replicated yesterday An incomplete infinity salutes the night At times, I uncork the earth’s lid and my head suspends below I sneak glances all around, and suddenly Glides in, flightless, a verdant river. It barrels into the sea. Gasping for breath, it asks me- What do you want? With a mouth …