Woodwork
My affection, it grew like a tree
Reaching out words like branches
Chopped & sanded till you swept up the scraps
With a broom of the twigs that fell off.
My affection, it grew like a tree
Reaching out words like branches
Chopped & sanded till you swept up the scraps
With a broom of the twigs that fell off.
Meeting man who has been sternly warned not to exhibit any of the annoying behaviour that have so long been his joy and pride. We won’t go into the details of what entails ‘annoying’ here, it’s fairly wearing out. But said man has sheer genius talent in this and brings…
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
Reflecting on the profound connection between self and mirrors, a poetic exploration of emotions, vulnerability, and the unspoken truth within reflections.
We were talking at cross purposes. We were enjoying domestic reverie together. How did it blossom into completion?
For the first time ever,in my conscious memory,none of my dreamsor things that I look forward toin the future with anticipationhave anything to do with a man. Isn’t that something? Even if it did take me three decades to get to it.It was so worth it. 30 is good. —————————————————————————————————–A version…