Poem: We have to support each other. Without self-entitlement. Have to believe that we are each other's home. If we can't, what are we even doing in this life?

'My in-laws are too great,' she said, 'They — "allow" me to wear jeans even though I am wed....' Another one said her husband was too good, 'He sometimes even cooks his own food!'

Poem: Hot — About A Blistering Compliment from A Stranger! Screams a voice in the dark. A shadowy figure stops me on my way, to tell me loudly and insidiously,“I am hot!” Three words — that’s all it takes, to reduce my existence to a transient feeling.

Poem On Self-Respect: The Miracle— When you find a miracle, what will you do? Will you be bewildered, question if it’s true? Will you wonder if you’re worthy of such a thing

Poem: Being Lazy — On weekdays, I wake up to questioning eyes, melancholic eyes and eyes full of despair, with the desire to do nothing but sleep and wander in dreams.