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
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The April Rain
The first of the summer rain. 27 April, 2020. 7:00 PM _______________________ the next day it rained, we washed our sins on the roof, watching seagulls escaping the grey clouds, we held hands our fingers swirling around like a tornado, we walked on the edge, wanting to jump our hearts out on the wet streets, … Continue reading The April Rain
The Poetic Elixir 
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