Words at 3 a.m.

Poems about cities, rain and the people we lose and find.

Monsoon

the sky forgets its manners
and spills everything it knows
onto the tin roofs of our childhood,
and we, older now, still run outside.

you said goodbye like a station announcement:
clear, polite,
and already somewhere else.

Writing since forever, publishing since 2021. My chapbook Small Lights is available at independent bookstores.

Every poem feels like a letter I forgot I wrote.

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