Colors

This purple necklace that you gave me

brands me as yours and yours alone.

Never mind that I wear it beneath my collar.

Blue bracelets that feel more like handcuffs

bind me to you forever.

It shouldn't matter that I hide them with my sleeves.

As you paint me every shade of red on the spectrum,

it becomes apparent to me

that I was born to be your canvas.

Your fingerprints on my rib cage

are like the boundary set for my heart,

reminding it never to stray too far from you.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.