His Love; A poem. For him. Not us.

The Kiss by Gustave Klimt (1908) So I write poems sometimes when I am sad, happy, thoughtful or inspired.  I wrote this poem for someone whom I once knew. Or perhaps loved. But as we know, all stories of love do not have to be love stories, right?  His love. His love is like the streaks…

Praveka: The Choice. A poem on death and suicide.

I like poetry. Words. Poems. Life. Love. Existence. For me, all of these are interwined. And so is death.  I wrote a poem on death some time ago. It has a simple message to convey. ‘Suicide does not end the pain. It passes it on to others.’ Death is never an answer to any difficulty…

The Ghost in the Closet; Thoughts on life, growing up and regrets.

   “Skeleton in the closet is a colloquial phrase and idiom used to describe an undisclosed fact about someone which, if revealed, would have a negative impact on perceptions of the person.”   Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude. Anne Frank    Raindrops fall softly on the tin roof of my…