In November
An evocative poem about the winter knocking at the door by Sunila, rich in captivating imagery and brilliant metaphors, for Different Truths. No more hot air, just scents around Cool...
Inverse World!
Here’s a nonsense verse by Sunila, where everything is topsy-turvy. Head and legs change positions and the heart inverse the blood flow, for Different Truths. Imagine the heart to inverse...
Trusted friend
The inner voice is no longer abstract. It has a persona and it lights up a cigarette, an interesting metaphor. Sunila verses about this ‘trusted friend’ in a fresh voice,...