Deja Vu
We are deja vu.
Poetry
When We Talk
When we talkThe words are like well-worn pathson the grasslands of ideasAnd if you or I should suddenly run acrossthe lush grasses that no feet have worn a path in,The other would be sure to follow. When we talkEver so often, I find myself floating in air, as I do…
The Exit
One by one, each one left. Some edged out sidewaysA few had the grace to look sorryAnd others shuffled their feet and looked about nervouslyBefore slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watchedSeveral melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten But you just opened the…
Flow Control (Anger)
Anger can destroy everything in my line of sight,in one magnificent explosionOr it can eat into life itself, silentlylike a single drop of acid on your skin every day.
Surrender
Surrender. As I have done.
Monday Morning Musings In Mumbai
Bells ringing. Traffic honking. Burdens falling. Surprises galore.
Faces, faces, faces everywhere.
It’s Monday morning in Mumbai.
Secret Crush
What’s my secret?
21st Century Emotion
A girl explores her emotion in a corner of the 21st century on a Sunday in December in Mumbai.
POEM: An Ode To Red
Red is the colour.
Human Being
What’s a Human Being?