The sun is envious of the way she glowsAnd the moon whispers her name every night like a prayer, a plea Curl up in my craters and never leaveI, of course, cannot blame them, For planets align when she parts her lips,Each tooth Oscar Wilde’s tombstone,Covered in kisses from every great lover, and IAm still foolish enough to believe that she could love me.Why would I be worthy of the girl who pla...

Dear beloved, I know you will never receive this.But - my heart is yearning to write thisThe bottle that I had sealed with your blue silk ribbon is starting to tear and my emotions that had been stored are starting to over fill.  I can't drown in this anymore.They say ‘Til death do us part’, but I have one question. Why did we part when I built you a home inside me? It is almost like I lived in...

In the winter of 2020 I was backpacking parts of Asia for a period of 3 months. I started in January, with whispers of Coronavirus reaching me from time to time, and ended up essentially having to flee India around the end of March. This travel film was an attempt to capture the feeling of being a citizen of India, what it feels like to walk the streets, the harmony in the chaos of it all. What...

It is where I go in search of quiet A stillness buried in the crosshatch of crashing layers A peace of unknown depthsA neverending better yet It moves- and I with it Fluid in our forming A thousand years and these melting movements Could move me to corrosion It leaves its marks Salt on the tongue Another, driftwood, memory Of all I've never done And I know we shall return Meeting on some far-of...