Markers
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression and tints each sparkle?
Such markers, you left behind.
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression and tints each sparkle?
Such markers, you left behind.
* Last year, I began a new job, an unusual one that brought together all that I’d learnt in my twenties in the corporate world and since then about social media & writing. I moved out at the end of January 2013 and wrote my goodbye email to the people…
Will you think again of the stairway after you have passed?
Anvi Mehta ran a feature on me for DNA, focusing on my work on stage as a Spoken Word artist.
When the king falls, and he will fallAnother will sit in his placeAnd a hundred others will hold him up& plot his disgraceThey will talk about the politics of bodiesThey will gamble these bodiesThe woman with five husbandsWas shared property & objects have no agency He looks at me &…
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…
“Eena, I sang for an hour today”, says Lolita to her imaginary friend.