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Blog posts June 2018

If you met God

If you met God today
What would you say?
What might he look like?
What might He say?

Would you tell him you’re sorry
For the things you’ve done?
For the people you’ve cheated?
For the lies you’ve spun?

Or would you just stare
And say nothing at all?
Scared that at last
The wic…

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The locket

She gave her a locket
And told her “my girl,
This is precious, hold tight,
Keep it safe from the world – 
Till the day you meet someone,
Not tomorrow, but soon,
Who will promise the world,
With the sun and the moon.
But be wary, for words
Sell for less than a pound
And if your locket …

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Etsy Sale!

So Etsy has turned 13, and I'm taking part in the festivities. Till the end of June, you can grab a copy of Fallen at 10% off - no special code required, and with international shipping. So no matter where you are in the world, you can get yourself or someone special a copy of my first anthology of …

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Babylon

Fortune finds itself surrounded by beggars
Cloaked in the shadow of guilt – 
Wretched bodies of men, thrown to the stones
On which this city was built.
Ashes to dust, your phoenix was slaughtered
By invalids covered in grease,
And through the streets and underground tunnels
You wait for th…

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A Goan on Stranger Tides

Note: This article appeared in a Goan weekly titled, 'The Goan on Saturday' on the 12th of April, 2014, as an Op-Ed

It’s strange being a Goan, looking at Goa from the outside, while you’re in Goa. It’s stranger still being looked at by others who are Goan, who think that you’re strange when you d…

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'Fallen' is on Etsy

'Fallen' is now available on Etsy - right there on the first page of poetry listings! No matter where you are in the world, you can now get a copy of 'Fallen' delivered to your doorstep. Click here to check out my Etsy shop. 

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Empty

Now I lay me down to sleep,
But in my head, I howl and weep.
Tears, like the rain they fall;
Tears, bitter as the gall.
I try to hide the pain, but still
I am hurt against my will.
If I should die before I wake,
What good is there for me to take?
My heart is blacker than the night,
My heart…

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Storm

White light, bright sight, the thunder roars;
People run for cover as the rain pours.
A sign from heaven, absence of the sun;
The Lord is crying for the things I’ve done.
Dripping wet, soaked to the bone;
I come back drenched to an empty home.
Children asleep, silence is dead;
A quick showe…

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Doll

two buttons, on a face plastered white
hair down to the shoulders – dishevelled – nylon
moulded nose
molded chin
one ear missing
quietly seated on unused furniture.
like grandma's antique phonograph,
there is no music
save for the rain drops that make her dance.


I hate dolls, and cl…

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Insomnia

I tried to wake her
But she did not move
Paralysed by a sleep
That consumed her. (Shoes
In a corner, near a chair which at night
Came alive dressed in afternoon wear
By the light) -
So I sat by the window
And counted the stars
With no luck cos they blurred
Into nothingness. (Flowers
That …

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Divide

Yellow

I inhale my yellow paint,
I consume it drop by drop;
I inject my yellow paint,
So the pain inside can stop.
I abuse my yellow paint,
I rub it on my skin -
And when I'm done my yellow paint
Will colour me within.


Everybody knows Vincent Van Gogh. Even if they can't name a single painting,…

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