Poetry holds a different level of comfort, especially in the knowledge that I will always have it by my side, despite everything life has in store. I write because it feels like coming home and exploring a different world of stories at the same time. Being able to write became sacred over all this time, a process of healing sometimes, alongside a feeling of elation.

Latest episodes of the podcast Confessions from a poet's heart

• Tsuki ga kirei desu ne
• I hope you know
• Bittersweet moments
• An odd collection of things I find beautiful
• Nepenthe
• 2021 taught me that
• Saudade
• Qurbat
• Things to hold onto
• To the ones missing a close one
• If only
• Reminders of you lurk
• Understood
• In a parallel universe
• Short lived distractions in the middle of gloom
• Hopeful and New Beginnings
• Silence
• What I mean when I say that I miss you
• When I left my earphones at home
• The idea of falling in love
• Change - inside and out
• An 11-11 Wishlist
• To the songs-on-repeat
• Things which remind me of you
• Kinder to me
• What I think about when I'm writing
• Our shared reality
• The changing definitions of happiness
• You are the sky
• If I could be anything else for a day
• Reason for my (in)sanity
• An Open Door
• On a Quiet Morning
• I am slowly learning
• If there is a tomorrow for us
• Once in a while
• Sometimes
• Silent cafés and us
• Survival is a task
• Beginnings
• Convenient
• Mehtab
• Sillage
• Dear Old Soul
• In search of my utopia
• If I could
• what we think about when we talk about love
• If Rains Were A Person