A visit to boot ghar

a poem about spaces that remind you of childhood.

The sudden rain showers.

a sudden burst of rain showers in the city.

Poems in a pandemic

She said,feels weird to poemin these times.it took me a while to replytill these words floated in my headpoems are windows to the worldSo i poem-ed for herpoems are ducts of sunlightamidst the dampness of fearpressure valves that force oxygenthrough closed doors & clamped chestsoxy-poems be like oxy-metersprescribe & provide at leisureThey are pockets of

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?

Living the question

i am living the question now

Home for you

Keeping home for that someone

Home for you

This isn’t my home
I know that
Despite how it feels
When you wander away
I chose to stay