I want to cry like the heavier clouds that fell on the terrace last night. They brought memories of monsoon packed in stroking heat. My ears remember the valiant lullaby of the thunderstorm, it felt like a mother's wail from a far off land. A land where children disappear into the forest and appear at … Continue reading Mir and the endless possibilities
Poetry
In exile
In exile, we eat forbidden fruits watching seagulls bathing in the sea, we stretch our arms engulfing sky in our palms, we grow out of our body and proclaim freedom, we walk through the fence, merging boundaries under our feet. We walk to the land where mulberries bloom, and guava leaves turn shy. It rains. … Continue reading In exile
The Poetic Elixir 
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