I am your melted snowman, dropsfrom a baby’s bath, the first rainof the monsoon, a sacred......

The day’s first dew clings to a bladeof new grass that doesn’t yet knowits own tenderness.Nor......

hypothesis Nearly done, the tree nudges a falling, its leaves unmoored like wanton voices...

You stockpile umbrellas and radiators, a heap of mad grinsreminding you of so many school mornings......

I never knew the beauty of the pongamia pinnata blooms, till I saw a woman, slender......

Nature Overwhelms A thick film of yellow-grey slime in the air — Autumn...

Who will remember you at the hour of your birthwhen the wind changed and the owl......

Skywaters         descend       overa   marble   love   tomb   staining   whitea   sharp   spring   leaf   burning   greena    far    puddle......

She had thick black hair that kept sliding on her face. She would jerk them back......

Pallavi Padma-Uday is a writer, journalist and business historian based in Belfast, Northern...