Tales of a Tattler

  The earth’s turning is more than just rotation, and breath more than respiration; it is the universe expressing itself through us, and we through it. So Hum is a poem that breathes, meditates, and gently dissolves into something larger.

  One person's scrap is another person's home. What looks like refuse to some is the thread others use to stitch into shelter, memory, and belonging.  Stray Away is a story of a boy and the bonds that kept him tethered to a world that has little space for him. 

  Healing is never linear. Some wounds close while others open, and the healing touch itself can both mend or leave a mark of its own. Mosaic is a poem that lingers in that paradox of being broken and mended. 

  If we are always in the making, is any act truly final? If each misstep carves us further into who we are, can any role hold a single definition?    Daughtering captures a moment, where a daughter is unmade and remade under the gaze of her mother's constant love.

  “Smile is the curve that sets everything straight,” is a quote I have lived by since I first heard it during a school assembly on Smile Day. Since then, I have tried to embody it in spirit and action. But occasionally, I would question its nature.   This poem is one such contemplation on the nature of smiles, and the pauses between each of them. 

  We are all good people.    And... we are evil people.   What we are, or what we become, is shaped by the coalescence of our many past and present decisions.    This piece is an experiment, an interpretation of the painting 'Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581' by Ilya Repin. It is a departure from my usual style, yet a deeply personal glimpse into the shadows and sparks that flicker within the human psyche.    Behind every human — from those who have governed the highest and strongest thrones to those of us who hold onto the fourth seat of the morning train — there are stories: of love, rage, legacy, and regret;  of what we try to control, and what eventually controls us.    Here is one such story of a man, a tzar, a father, and everything he could not undo.