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.....

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..."