I have not been allowed To find my imagined horizons Neither harmonious place nor time, Neither hoping nor action; All my grand hopes Got turned into ice With blood that painted horrors Within the days which were ...

A little before turning 60 I learnt to love my every cell. To balance between my needs and my wants without swaying. To have confidence in myself without requiring anyone's confirmation. To accept ...

She is fifteen A half-moon in a little frame, Dwelling in fairy tale Despite of all controversies Pretty frock frills that strive hard to conceal the- blobs of flesh on her chest, Always ended up- with a candied mouth. She ...