THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

The full moon reminded me of my canvas.

Not so spotless, greyish webs slowly dimming it’s white!

Fictionally I book a flight through the rainbow delight!

Crossing the hues of the blue, after the green light

I dipped my brush in yellow, painting the sunlight!

And waited, for the sunflowers to come in sight!

Foolish me, I forgot I have to paint them bright!

For my soul to retrieve, I left the gold behind,

Ate some of orange, to get my spirits to avenge !

With the tint of fall, I started turning red

But As It was all dried up by then,

I rushed my brush on my wounds,

Shading the whole room, in maroons!

“A nightmare!” I jump-scared

From the rainbow, back to greyish white!

Hoping someday with colours I’ll write

Not tonight tho, Tonight I’ll calligraph my blues

Reminding myself, Just how many portraits I’ve due!