#Ideastory: Poetry
Poetry,
comes rolling out of my pursed lips,
like smoke curling under the door.Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
How similar do people have to be to get along? How do you deal with the differences?
I realised during the Alphabet Sambar meet yesterday that I wrote this story but never put it up. So here it is for your childhood-scented reading pleasure. Don’t forget to play! ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The Apple Lion It started with a spelling test. Ma’am had threatened the class with one later in…
I like the way you say my nameBecause you say it so very rarelyWe talk so much about other peopleRarely about ourselvesAnd there is so much soliloquyThat the need for “I” and “you” doesn’t exist I like to hear you say my nameBecause it reminds me of this game we’re…
The path to healing has plateaus more than valleys & troughs. This is a suicide pact with my life as a writer.
I’m sitting in a stranger’s house, on someone’s white sofa, in a room filled with quirky, colourful touches of some unknown mind’s whims. I’m listening to a band jammig. The bass guitarist is a friend. I don’t know the other three boys though I’ve met the singer once. The band…
I was a speaker at WordCamp Mumbai 2016. WCMumbai 2016 saw me with just my thoughts. No presentation, podium or speech.