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.
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.
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.
What do men’s messages on dating sites really mean? Let me decipher this species.
A poem to a late night Twitter prompt – for a friend from the city of nawabs and biryani, Hyderabad.
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.
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.
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…
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…
Reading an old comfort book gives recognition to the earthquakes still tremoring inside me.
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…