[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We wear the hues of Autumnin our steps, glow as phoenixesuntil the inevitability of death. Our lives have written lines intoour skins, eras under our eyesgrow like tree rings. We tremble at the tickleof a slight zephyr, another...

[tabby title="Poem "] Home Home is in rooms carved from the heartof many colours The saffron ice creamscooped into bowlson special occasionsThe unpleasant surpriseof cardamomin a dish of spiced biryani Home is in the rooms carved from the heartof many...