poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
If Love has a Language,Then let me be fluent in its Dictionary ,Let me learn of its Clauses, its Elipses, its Poetry,Capitalise the Space in which we become Acquainted,and let each Pause be a Reminder of the Magic we have been Gifted,If God had a Plan, then this is his Divinity,As a Follower, my Trust […]
lotus flower laces my skin,the white of it hugging my body,its softness like the birth of spring,how it pushes out the pink out of the trees,blossoms covering street floors,even the dirtiest become holy,lotus flower sits and observes the eyes that watch it,see’s its truth,dragon fly comes perches at the centre,flies around making pilgrimage,in effort to […]
Needle and Thread A photoseries expressing the gaping hole of loss, that cannot be fixed with needle and thread. Grandmas provide home within hands, chests and stories. Grandma tells tails of ancestors, of hope, of fight, of partition, of being a backbone of a kingdom of people. Grandma wears white, with her rugged feet tough […]
A topic not spoken enough within Asian communities is the discussion of abuse in marraiges. We pride ourselves in our riches on our wedding days, adorned in Gold and embroided clothes costing more than houses, we often don’t focus on whats going on behind closed doors. Its usually common for the woman to remain in […]