People don’t change (1st February, 2011) I watch you try to rearrange your spots, leopard-skin shining in the light of mustered illusion. You hold an unsure
Bend and Bleed (5th January, 2011) It might be too late for apologies and gives, not takes; truth disguised by my vowels and your consonants, these bones of mine you bend and break.
Salt (3rd January, 2010, 1.05aam) You linger where you’re not welcome, hovering at the edge of my conscience, prodding my memory when I forget you; could you bear to disappear?
The Space Between (20th December, 2010) Here I am, caught in the space between Sleep and awake, reality and dream, I drift, lonely snowflake, from room to room