April 4, 2015


Born and raised in India. Worked in Middle East and London. Daughter, wife and sister, aspiring to be known in the space of poetry as someone who weaves magic into language and combines unique design and strong color to her work of art.  

The Incensed Moon

He appeared odd
Motioning awkward over the bridge
His ivory locks blending
Into his pale garb twill
Short sleeves dangled
Loosely off his bones
A humming breath damp
Through lips colored stone
An odd curse perchance
A mellow prayer perhaps
His eyes somewhat shut
But revealing their search
Of a strand of thought
In the maze of his grasp
His legs gingerly rise
Albeit one at a time
A waltz sort of
Impervious to dogs
A bald moon rises
An aura of copper
A sight to behold over the bridge ignoble
Afar in the scrim,
A silhouette in white
Veiled safe under madder specks of light,
While an adrift mind around a quivering grip

Merges with the night to burn away incense sticks.


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