Hyderabad Girls
A poem to a late night Twitter prompt – for a friend from the city of nawabs and biryani, Hyderabad.
Escape
In narrow escape routesInside games of shameYou hidBreathing unabashedAnd that’s where I found youDefiant refugees together,We loved. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
Crush: A Definition
It’s called a crush
because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING
taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
The New Indians: 30-Something Ex-Somethings
There is a new breed of people out there and they are a helluva lot better to be around than the others. They are the 30-something war veterans of relationships. They are divorcees. They’ve lived in without marriage and borne the backlash from family, landlords, friends and service people. They’ve…
The Vigilante Poet
Time zoomed byleft behind a smoking trailand skidmarks only I could see Nobody cared when I saidI’d been a victim of a drive-by shooting,Love in the driver’s seat So I stemmed my bleeding with paperTurned poetry into paper planesAnd sent them flying everywhere I saw the rogues appear One of…
Any Earthquakes Out There?
Reading an old comfort book gives recognition to the earthquakes still tremoring inside me.
How Bloggers/ Tweeters Get Exploited By Agencies & Companies
A Week Of Exploitation A few years ago, a certain Bangalore-based PR company organised a week-long social media conference. My business entered an arrangement with them and we were listed among their partners. After several conversations and some work, we were suddenly dropped from the listing, without even the courtesy…
Santa’s Lesson Of Generosity
I signed up for a Secret Santa program on Twitter. The receiving was a nasty slap. The giving though…
“Goddess” — A Navratri poem opening at Poetry Couture’s Poetic Adda
“Goddess” — A Navratri poem opening at Poetry Couture’s Poetic Adda Poetry Couture invited me to a feature performer at their Poetic Adda event yesterday. I’d been working on a special piece around Navratri so I chose to open it here. I had originally planned for this to be accompanied by music…
The ‘Warning Signs’ Of My Generation
Last month I had a conversation with a friend I was meeting after a long time. My failed engagement came up. It would, of course, it’s one of the biggest things to happen to me in the past ten years. The good thing is it’s not THE biggest thing, only…