The Time of Our LivesSome time ago, while listening to ‘Time’ by Hans Zimmer, I suddenly remembered playing street cricket as a kid. All of a sudden, I was…Dec 17, 2020Dec 17, 2020
TwoI have not seen you in three days. My imaginary colleague tells me I am not the centre of the universe. But you are. Are. Are. Are. Were…Apr 6, 2019Apr 6, 2019
The Art of NomenclatureToday morning I saw you reject my calls before you got inside the cab.Apr 5, 2019Apr 5, 2019
GentlySome days, bursts of a pre-dawn dream bleed and soak the membrane of your mid-day daze. These flashes come in a delirious frenzy toned and…Nov 27, 2018Nov 27, 2018
How Everything You Knew About The Truth Is a LieA few days ago, one fine morning I woke up and felt like Leonardo DiCaprio in the lighthouse with a rifle in my hand. I remember smiling…Aug 15, 2018Aug 15, 2018
about last nightlast night the booze was a vortex that swallowed and threw me up in another time, face-to-face with another me, happier less unpleasant…May 18, 2018May 18, 2018
What do I think when I think of nothingIt’s a rundown inn. You hear a long haul truck once in a while honk its way through the white noise of the wind, the constant traffic and…May 16, 2018May 16, 2018
dreamwaversIn the first half of 2017, I was fortunate enough to work as a on-set photographer for a big-budget television show. A fiction world was…May 16, 2018May 16, 2018
this poem is a brazen asidei was told that i was born of prayers and long walks to god-houses not so much preparation, other than the wish of a boy, as was the norm…May 8, 2018May 8, 2018