Hallowe’en
A gypsy flame is on the hearth, Sign of this carnival of mirth. Through the dun fields and…
Austice
A wistful omen of the first sign of autumn—a subtle coolness in the shadows, a rustling of dead…
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
A couple of years ago I came across one of my favourite poems- ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into…
Nine
Shivers shoot down my spine, how we lost count of time. Fingers tracing fine lines- stumbling to the…
Frozen
I’ve been looking for any trace of me, any sign that could take me back where I came…
Surfing the Waves of Life
Through the years, through the failed stories, and the happy endings, I always wished I was immune to…
The Reminder
I’m writing this in the middle of the night, with no certainty that anyone will understand, but I…