The immigrant

I've been wrapped in a sheet of white, Since the day I arrived.  Bright, So eerie white. It gathers less peace and more of a sheen of sadness. A river of madness, That carries me like a flash flood.  Drops me from colourful skies, to a land of white sludge. Dripping with a lack of …

Travel lores

I find myself hanging by the rails, Of a metal tin box In a ladies compartment. The metallic voice calls out names Of stations that don't take me anywhere, But, To a land of perpetual sadness. I fear that that is where these faces belong. Closed eyes and gray hair, That I can see beneath …

Mirror image

​I booked the window but the sun rose from the aisle, Orange ball of helium, like a balloon tied to the other chair. And like a child I followed, disheartened I could not claim it mine, Until my eyes caught a fleeting glimpse at my window,  The suspended reflection of the colossal  sunrise.