Have you ever marvelled at the wonder of broken up clouds Parting in the undulating surface of space Their voids occupied by the infinitesimal specks of dust Irregular,scattered Like dry leaves left tousled after a storm Inked on the sky like butter on a parchment paper Disturbed by the lightest movement However discreet The sifting… Continue reading The sky after the rain
"What ravishes you?", I asked As I stirred the hot cup of chocolate Perched against the fleecy chair I turned my gaze from the cup to him "You",for starters I smiled out of etiquette but that was all He seemed well-pleased with his own words Never needing my approval What cared he of approval when… Continue reading Letters he won’t burn
The ripple of pearls scattered across the room The sun shining bright The radio silence in the balcony The smell of earth from the pots of green plants Handful of life Fire ants wreathing themselves around the clay pots To the tune of a different Pied Piper Wanderlust, adventure alike Listlessly awaiting the sound of… Continue reading Pill breath
Shaky legs Unsteady Eager to make conversation Kind The aura of a strange brooding mien Talks from a distance Not too far Yet ever so Perfume mingling with the tasteless airport air Lit by the quiet conversation that fills the vacuum The wretched ticking of the clock High pitched announcements Gate changes Windows closing What's… Continue reading T2
I took a handful of my hair And took a deep whiff of it It smelt like milk and dough With raindrops Softly falling on my skin Coursing through my pores In a seemingly endless journey Its sweetness meeting my blood There's a chill outside from the winter that hasn't arrived A conversation I wasn't… Continue reading Fall
Four clay dolls bundled up on the table. Burning wicks of candles by the window sill. Lamp black whisked up in a small box. My eyes softly went over the objects in a motion of their own-straying over some,wandering over some and gazing at others. Till I saw your reflection on the mirror. “Arabella”,I felt… Continue reading Marooned
Unlike the scores of other interesting skills that people possess,my chief skill happens to be carelessness. You see,this particular skill I've honed over time came with great practice. I'm careless in a number of trades. As a kid,I rarely knew the difference between writing within the margins and outside it . I always faced the… Continue reading Oops I did it again.
I was seven when I first looked at a boy and the world stopped moving. My mother was so proud of me when I craned my neck to look at someone much older to me with a seeming look of admiration. Instead the first word that I blurted out was "bad boy". The baby that… Continue reading My cryptic transition to normalcy.
On days of complete madness,I turn inward and find silence comforting me. I'd sound like a rank fool if you asked for my counsel in what makes a happy person. A month ago,I believed I was the best advocate of positive thinking. That was before July cawed into my cave and kicked some dust to… Continue reading Chapter Him.
The drought had arrived Wilted Shrivelled Wrinkled Crops,arms,faces Beds in the hospital Thick stench of hunger,pain,gloom The hand of doom had gripped half the town The hapless who tilled the fields Faint mien of dismay Can't turn to the left Can't turn to the right They make everything about themselves The men who start… Continue reading The hand of Doom