Outside Fairytales
Some day perhaps I will be in love. And it will be better than the fairytales.
Poetry
Market Day
Today I feel like I’m inside a wellthat no one’s looked down in ten years.And around and just outside the well,it’s Market Day The voices and the sounds, they reach me,blurring into each other and not discernible.It’s not noise, it isn’t sense eitherbut it is painful nostalgia, of what life…
Anonymous
This was written (like most of my poetry) a long time back…a lifetime ago when I was anonymous. I’m posting this today to celebrate my own decision to give up the last vestige of my anonymity. So for those of you, my dear readers, who don’t know me yet, my…
Survival Skill
What was it?
Self-preservation?
Self-respect?
Dignity? Sensibility?
Just my survival skills about love.
City | Poetry | Relationships
Athens To Mumbai
Athens,sleeps outside my window tonightAnd so do you, a sea and a continent awayNo camera can capture,nor words describe what my eyes see In the city of the virgin goddess, a mortal woman sleeps alone. ~O~O~O~O~ A year later, in a city of no sleep and too much sex, she…
Inspiration
I found this piece I wrote dated 20 February 2002. I was doodling about inspiration in the back bench of a classroom.
Haiku: Time, The Healer
The water of indifferencewears away eventhe ragged cliffs of pain ~O~O~O~O~ Walls crumbleI watch the dust flyEven my anger cannot defy time ~O~O~O~O~ Pain was powerto create new life, afterThe bigger magic is that even that ends
Muse
Are you my muse? Or am I yours?
I am the velvety slumber that lets you meet your imprisoned self. I am also the jailer of that prisoner.
Roadkill On Memory Lane
Did you ever hear the call of memory? That screeching wail of nostalgia, like tires on tar and you couldn’t help looking back, wondering if anybody died
and realising it wasn’t you?
Matte Finish
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.