The first time I participated in a debate, it was a total disaster. You would think of stage fright, anxiety, or simply blanking out as the usual suspects that led to the catastrophe. All of that was there, but the mayhem started long before the actual day of the competition. It started, as it always…
Four poems. Her Sun (July 8, 2016), Tough Love (May 30, 2018), Sunshine (December 20, 2018) and प्रकाश (November 29, 2025).
A poem about the word that keeps returning.
I have gotten to a point where I sit down and note thoughts in bullet points. Random thoughts, no structure, no punctuation, no caring about flow. I dealt with the writing block by deciding these were notes and not real writing. That freed the flow. Now the project is asking me to write-write. And I’m…
