Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.

I am master of my spoken words and slave to those which remain unspoken.

the flames are silent,
Peace is violent,
Tears are frozen
’cause massacre was chosen.

~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

A Word is Dead

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.