Let us cycle away, to a place
beyond words and dates and labels
Let us cycle off on a path
of stolen glances that connect.
Let us cycle back to a place we did that,
a time when it was possible
a you before I knew your real face
and you knew my name.
I feared the mundanity of 35. I’m learning it’s not mundane when it happens naturally.
A poem of delirium when the pain has transcended escape.
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
“Trust me, please?” she says, sprinkling in yearning with a fine hand.He likes it mildly flavoured, not heavily spiced. “I trust you implicitly” he replies. And she wonders why that hurts worse. The heart, little glass charm, strung up inside body of dust.It scratches, chips, it even crumbles but it…
May the wisdom that lies deep in the philosophy of my country guide us everyday.May the respect that has bound the fabric of my society for centuries hold true from another 100. May the colours that cover every aspect of everyday life here, seep into our thoughts as well.May we…
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
