Category: Grazing Corner
Outsider
How you spot me in every crowd Is it written on my face I don’t fit
My Mother and I
October rushes inside with mourning petals, losing its freshness due to the shrill emptiness melting parallely
I Am More Than Just a Body
I penned this poem at the time I was feeling extremely vulnerable. I was going through
Horror? Dystopia? What is a Genre, Anyway?
Horror was never my genre of choice. I struggled with the concept of genre for the
Journal Entry of an Honest Mind
I’m feeling worried because I don’t exactly fit in. I realise I’m different from the rest.
A Triad
She smiled at Sam, and a moment later planted a kiss on the corner of his
Rain
First encountered 21 July 2000. My mother held me in her cottony robed arms and stood
Femininity is Subjective
The world has often told me that being delicate and understanding are feminine traits I must
Choice and Other Poems
I breathe the air they provide,I see what they make me aim at.I believe what they
Note to Self
Hitherto Conversations with you were never satisfying. There’s less to do. Less to be. In the
The Life Journey
The steps to the destinedfaults were easy.The never seen springsof my pleasure,the molten glaciers like tearsof
I Am Dulled in This Place – This Place Where I Am Dwelling
When wasps and grasshoppers occasionally visit my bed sheet,I treat them with kindness by picking and
