Greetings from yesterday.

This poem is on a on a more chilled out note compared to a few other poems I've been writing lately. I got a prompt from TTT to write a poem on 'if memories wrote back'. This is it. It starts like this: "I've spent days wondering what I'd do if someday, my mailbox overflowed with letters from my yesterdays."....

Life update: two

In the post – 365 – I announced that I’m going to post a life update on the 16th of every month. You can skip it altogether if you’re not interested in anything but poetry. This month's life update starts like this: "Well, it's time to disconnect. I believe there are three things every writer wants to their name by the time they're 60: a nice book, a great song, and love. A few months ago, I....."

Tomorrow’s a new day.

This one is for new beginnings. Join me as I go through my journey so far and how it has shaped me. If you read this on 31-1/12/2018, which is when this post was written, Happy new year. It goes something like this - "Before I tell you all about my journey, you should know that I am not the son of an army officer who has to wear uniforms and smell like good-byes..."

The smell of trees.

We've spoken about Agastya before, in this post - A new haircut. This poem is based on a very particular line that I wrote for him in that post. It was "He missed his people and the way they smelled like different kinds of trees." Let's talk more about that.....