Books

  • on losing thyself

    WORDS:out by the shoreshe sung with the wavesand in the sun,the night escapes.she breathes, and breath againa vapour of a songcondensed into the brave and freewill you dare to remember she.the melody she gavethey took the notes.and reduced her wisdominto stillness quotesshe sang as the tune.hummed and entunedanother song will have to dowhen we danced Read more

  • my taste for rain has changed

    WORDS:my taste for rain has changedi no longer cry storms.my taste for thunder begun,when my feet vowed to return.my taste for rain on arid soil,the dawn begunand with the weather i was overi vowed my storm will return. under the faint sky,my taste for rain evolved.grew into a wildfire of monsoonsi returned with hailstones under Read more

  • metamorphosis

    WORDS: a day cradles the sun; and i hold its beams.another way to hold the colours of my dream. call out the warmth, hold it close and tight.then i may find the sun in the middle of its plight. i am a woman with yellow in my huesthough i began to settle with the darkness Read more

  • mother

    WORDS: Our mother is a radiant Sunflower;too proud to admit her waning. Our mother is a vibrant orchid;too secretive about her fading petals.   Our mother is a bold bamboo;too strong to show breaking boughs.  Our mother is a yellow hibiscus; too effervescent to return her radiance. Our daughters are black Roses;too bothered with blooming.  Our daughter Read more

  • map

    WORDS: a map engraved on soles of the feet,landscapes etched on the mind.inklings across ankles becomes nodesof wanderlust places which now erode. neither monsoon but harmattanneither wildfire but a flood.both submerge her skinbut we call it an ‘Act of God’. purple hibiscus and sugar cane stalksgrew on acres of radiant landsbut will diasporas feed our Read more

  • love’s fear

    WORDS: after you shut the light outcry with the sun and lament at the moonlove is breaking and breath-takinglet us take back our disrespectwe will not watch the brokenness in our reverencethese flailing hearts now beat slow realising that bliss casts itself over our shadows.when the three words blow over our coffinswe died making something Read more