Lost and found.

This poem was written to revolve around the prompt word - travel. I've spoken about being a nomad a lot. I've also mentioned my home every now and then. Here I am merging these three topics for poetry. It goes something like this "Before I tell you a story, I have a dictionary that I'd like you to read..."

A letter to you for a word/sentence.

To you, for every time a woman said no. I need you to listen. When I was ten, my mom thought it was important for me to learn two things - one, that tomatoes weren't vegetables and two, that 'no' is a sentence. Being a writer, I am going to give my memory a metaphorical reference for you to become a better human. Read this, become better and then find me. Okay? Here you go....

A twist of fate.

Keyla lived in a world where mythologies were the real deal. It was common to be in the presence of the god of the sea or hear stories from witnesses of age-old wars like the Mahabharata. Her day looked something like this: waking up when the sun sang songs loud enough for the world to hear, working all day on things that were routine but barely mattered and sleeping when the stars thought it was time. The Trojan war had just recently ended and things were.....