Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

I’m going through a heartbreak

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.

(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)

They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.

Do you want my hands / Will they be enough to keep you warm

Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist

You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me

Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Flick

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue

The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.

How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this

I've lived as her; / I've known my mother’s plight.

Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.

We will chase after stringless kites, Down the road

I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.