Mark Me
Tattoo your inner demons
all over my body
Lay your glance next to my heart
Touch my soul
Tattoo your inner demons
all over my body
Lay your glance next to my heart
Touch my soul
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.
I run with my wordsRacing my thoughtsGetting ahead of my emotionsBecause I’m scared you’ll turn away before I’m done But then I pauseTo catch my breathAnd realise you’re still listeningAnd also that I’ve forgotten what I was saying Then you hold me closeIn a way, I’ve never knownBut, which makes…
Like every good Mumbaiker, I would spend about an hour and half commuting to work each morning. Once I got in, I’d perch on my chair, waiting for my colleague to arrive. She’d walk in about 10 minutes later, switch on her computer, rearrange her desk and give me a…
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
I was an angry girl of the Indian rock persuasion in a saree.
I drag feet of clayThrough a day too longFlap through the slime of bad moodsTo islands of coherent thoughtAnd prepare for the battle of the sore back I fidget in my chairAnd remember too late,I’m wearing whiteI work late so the paper’s pristineAnd so no one sees the stains when…