Girls Who May One Day Be Gone
Gone Girl – I saw the movie, I read the book. This is not a review but a prediction of doom.
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Love As A Matter of Habit
A friend defined love as ‘a form of OCD’. I pondered the idea and it gave me a way out of an end-of-love situation.
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Canvas Kavita: A Collaboration Of Spoken Word, Poetry & Music
I collaborated with musician Karthik Rao to interpret Soghra Khursani’s painting exhibit in words & music. Art, words & music – this is a collaboration I’ll always be proud to have been in.
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Men’s Messages On A Dating Site And What They Actually Mean
What do men’s messages on dating sites really mean? Let me decipher this species.
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Hyderabad Girls
A poem to a late night Twitter prompt – for a friend from the city of nawabs and biryani, Hyderabad.
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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.
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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…
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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…
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Any Earthquakes Out There?
Reading an old comfort book gives recognition to the earthquakes still tremoring inside me.
