Cream in your evening chai 

Lollipop, candy, gold, a quick sugar rush, The strands of our hair to be properly brushed  Cover, conceal, hide behind our culture and ‘tahzeeb’,Shy, pretty, attractive but also not easy to concede  And yet not too confident to be able to breach,The kind of vibe they approve of has to not have ‘excess’ self esteem  These rules and traditions that you set in your little cobblestone,Premeditated … Continue reading Cream in your evening chai 

Where does it take you?

I won’t be found on Broomfield Road, racing through the car park bay.Nor pacing over distant hills,my Darling, I’m a world away. Though onlookers count her present, blind of what’s inside,something in your beady mindbore witness to a change in mine. You see straight through my translucent skin, stretched on its chiselled frame;a window through which tendons, tense,plea to ping ’til the pain’s gone lame. … Continue reading Where does it take you?

The Intruder

I couldn’t quite make out who it was through the rain-drenched window, but someone was talking to mum. A man, I thought, noting the deep, disparate tone that reverberated through the thin walls of the conservatory. Though I was surprised and, being worn down by the long, monotonous summer, strangely intrigued by this, I remained lying in the leather sofa, hunkered down as if drowning … Continue reading The Intruder