The Perfect Daughter

I am the perfect daughter Brought up in patriarchy with a touch of self- slaughter   As a toddler, I…

In Silence 

In silence We hear the uproar of the squeals suppressed  When delight hit us at a time we couldn’t express…

Red 

This poem is the second in a series of three poem.  Red. A mood, a form, a colour, a theme…

Empty Stations

Empty stations, beating hearts City lights, drizzle starts Whispered frantic- in a drenching sight “Tonight no sleeping, under the moonlight”…