Mumbai Haiku
I attended a workshop on Haiku writing and this is what I came up with about my city.
Poetry
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IFocal: Assembly Line
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
Mark Me
Tattoo your inner demonsall over my bodyLay your glance next to my heartTouch my soul *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
Masochist
Listen to me put you down.Beg me to make you beg for more.Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
Adrenalin Roller-Coaster
The past is a drunk ex-husband.
The future is a mysterious, smiling stranger.
Dancing
Dance, dance with meSwing me out of secretsReel me into your criesSpin me over conversationsTo meet under shared laughter Dance with me.
