These yellow forts and palaces Home to centuries of memories

What do the waves say?

Sun kissed shawls, on dewy mornings Breathing in, the cool winter fog

Find them in the dirtiest parts of town.

As life became easier with the help of modern technology, many things have been lost from our lives. One such lost item is the letter box. To be fair, the letter boxes are still there. We just stopped writing to each other.

Day and night, while walking down the roads in this city of surprises, I come across many things that catch my eye. Things that are in plain sight, yet they remain hidden from our view. They are nothing special, you see. Ordinary findings, like you and me.

Write my eulogy, for Words have failed me, my precious What story do I tell you? When I’m left speechless.

Like boats moving towards the horizon And ripples that chase after one another

Everywhere that I look And deep and far inside my head

Whether night has fallen, or the day has just begun

Peel back my facades, One after another,

I often wonder, who am I?

A city renders us into faceless silhouettes. Insignificant.

Travelling across the city, I found different individuals sleeping in public places such as parks, roads, stations, etc. The one thing that fascinated me was their careless but fearless attitude. When I encountered them, I felt a sense of tranquility, a sense of beauty.

How do you escape loneliness, When it follows you everywhere?

It doesn’t stop. One day you hear of someone’s passing and you let out a sigh. This time you feel the warm air trapped in your mask. You haven’t

From the start of this year we started using veils on our faces to protect ourselves from the deadly coronavirus.

Lie with me, here,

Man beneath the mountains

Who am I? Am I inside this world?