Sunset Hues

My window overlooks a slice of our lane by the corner stands a gulmohor ; bursting in flames My weary eyes take a sip of the scarlet , scarlet; as … Continue reading


  Arranged marriage   is like buying a crate of ¬†mangoes   They stare at your body ¬†from head to toe   Touching the soft supple skin of the mango   They look at your dark complexion, disappointed   Shoving the green mangoes away for the sunshine yellow ones   They look at your breasts,…