The picture tells the story. The flower and butterfly look similar. I want to fly, with my love, the butterfly, but I can’t — for I am rooted and shackled to the plant I belong. Only I wish- … Poem: SHACKLED LOVE I am - -shackled for life -a flower that wants to be a butterfly…

The story of lost love reminisced on a birthday. This is the essence of the string of poems that Priya Patel and I exchanged over a busy Monday. It was Monday for me, and it was Sunday evening for her. Yet, she said this. I like this particular string. It…

A quiet week means an active weekend. Here is an exchange between me and the prolific Priya Patel. Ah, it is a Friday morning. Thank God, it is Friday. T-G-I-F, folks. “It’s Friday morning mankind! Good vibe, Don’t Frown and let the monster see you smile!” ― Napz Cherub Pellazo …

No words. No noise. No music. Just silence. That is how it’s. Her love is silent. All I can do is see, feel, and experience. A bit of poetry is the only way I can keep the silence. In silence, she sleeps. In silence, I feel her love. Poem: Silent Love The beautiful…

‘Should I or should I not?’ Himanshu wondered, while he scrubbed his unkempt stubble on either side and stared at his image in the dirty shaving mirror. The growth was uneven — thin on the cheeks, and thick and long along his jaw and chin. ‘Without that stubble, you will…

December 2021 — she left me. I have been writing about butterflies a lot, since then. Check out my banner. I did not mind till Priya Patel inspired me with her poem and I wrote a comment in the lines of butterfly, caterpillar, and cocoon. As the night wore on…

Finally, after announcing its launch in April, I set to work on my favorite book series — Ponder — An annual collection of poetry reviews that I did during the year 2022. 2022 was difficult for me. My mother had just passed in December 2021. My focus on my work…

Mornings. The time when we slip from dream to reality, when the sun ruthlessly pulls off the dark blanket of night over the earth. The effort to wake up is immense. “i’m glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.” ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence…

I don’t know I got fascinated by blood this time. But I consider that blood is the elixir of life. It is life. It is the ultimate tool of sacrifice. “The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” ― T.S. Eliot I thought so too. How about using…