FINE FINE!
The weather sure is fine.
I like fine food and fine wine.
I am so, so very fine.
Fine to the point of snapping
Hairline fine, gossamer fine
Of course I’m in a fine mess
With all the unpaid fines
Fine, fine, FINE!
Yeah, sure, I’m fine
The weather sure is fine.
I like fine food and fine wine.
I am so, so very fine.
Fine to the point of snapping
Hairline fine, gossamer fine
Of course I’m in a fine mess
With all the unpaid fines
Fine, fine, FINE!
Yeah, sure, I’m fine
This one is for the people I’ve held in a mental embrace, without letting them know. Maybe someday I will. Maybe tomorrow will be that day.
I wore a saree to a poetry event today. Unlike the last time, it was a rushed drape of an unstarched cotton. I look like an amma. But I was on my way to a new poetry event. And I thought it would be nice to do gentle romantic piece….
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
You’re beautiful. For reasons I can’t explainI find my gaze pulled in the direction of youQuite incomprehensibly,I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to sayWhen you turn and smile at meAnd wait for me to behave like a normal human and respondBut I can’t. I’m lost in the wonder…
Paper Plane & coffee
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?