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
There is peace in the silence in the mind I can’t think,thick impervious screen of distance from reality From you,with good reason I won’t embrace the light because you won’t reflect it back at me I look at the dissatisfied face of yours Unhappy with your knees Your kith and kin Always dispensing warmth as… Continue reading
There’s a macrocosm of feelings usurping the inner peace Tumultuous clouds and warring bells Savage tongues of the waves crashing on ragged rocks The bitter poison-laced breeze slapping the face The eyes of green,blue books I’ve never yet touched Red bruises that you can’t see Sinister smiles in the corridor scaling you down Cold bed… Continue reading The inner pandemonium
There's a faint voice that beckons me The flickering reflex of a spider that died For there's an inner demon that haunts me And silences the child inside Flesh Blood Sweat Lymph And a ghostly grip of an unknown past Cloaks me and chokes me Arms outstretched,it stops me Like a shadow receding into the… Continue reading Play Dead,Spider.
Sweet Succinct Short My aching fingers traced the tapered ends of the tattered piece of paper The ink was black Some letters fainter than the rest Perhaps the quilt had a problem The letter was written in a jovial tone Jocund Carefree Unfettered But there was something about the way the tail of some… Continue reading Grace
The thunderous clap of the roaring machine went right over the roof.I rushed out with my tongs to see the aircraft that left a trail of the tricolour in the air. The kids ,my age, outside were on their bikes with little flags stuck to their handles . The mithaiwala at the corner had a… Continue reading The other world
There's a gnawing pain That dances in cinders Whirling in chains The dance of the fire To the blood drum An ember unchained Inching its way to the mouth of the furnace Soot Smoke Tar Does it make its way out? That is not for me to say.