Change Of Weather
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
I see you look with yearning eyes for people who don’t make time and space in their life for you. I’ll be there to remind you as second best.
You may look back more often than the world tells you that you should. Maybe you should memory dive more.
I spotted this tree at the junction of a rapidly disappearing Mumbai and the greedy new city emerging in its place.
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
I’m on the last leg of ‘The Thirties Diaries’.