Summer Special
On the raw, chopped pieces of heartbreak,
Lay the sting of old memories with the tang of new experiences
A sprinkling of spicy promise
Lightly dusted with salt of good hope
And simmered in the heat of a new season.
Summer is here.
On the raw, chopped pieces of heartbreak,
Lay the sting of old memories with the tang of new experiences
A sprinkling of spicy promise
Lightly dusted with salt of good hope
And simmered in the heat of a new season.
Summer is here.
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
A poem of delirium when the pain has transcended escape.
A review of ‘How to be good’ by Nick Hornby
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
I miss being fabulously single. I’ve been it for so long, it has become a part of my identity. A huge, glamorous, proud-of-it, reveling-in-it part which is the one thing that conflicts with being in a relationship. A good relationship is wonderful in a number of ways. But it still…
And sometimes,
looking up into the Sun
some veiled sugar
bottling all the pieces in,
quietly seeping
thickly concentrating,
waiting for the Day,
when it can tell off
the hot tempered tadka types,
“I dont need you sputtering folks;
I am Chhunda….I last,
and I bring happiness
round the year …”
@suranga date: Wow! 😀 I really enjoyed it. It reminded me of the early days, when a few friends and I would have these poetry-in-comments conversations.
Ramya !!!
Thats adorable 🙂
How you been?
Guess what.. everytime I came back to your blog over the last 2 years, I have been thinking about sitting with you in barista for a coffee in the morning 🙂 Should do it again sometime?
Next time I am in Mumbai – will try 🙂
Cheers
@Vagabondess: Mailed you.