FINDING THE KNIGHT. I’m neither kidding nor am I quoting Miss.Fantastic or Miss.Plastic. I sit here in the smoggy corridors of Miranda House,overlooking the tennis court while these thoughts lace themselves up and sprint across my mind. There’s an occasional clatter of the workers dragging paraphernalia along the corridor on the carts,constantly perturbing the stillness … More

Grace

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 … More Grace

The other world 

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 … More The other world 

Un-fetter

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.

Red

There’s a constant buzzing inside my head I can’t swat it  This buzzing traces the ends of my brain cells and travels to the tips of my loose strands of hair  They hang loosely  Not in expectation of you  But in the weariness of your presence  You’re weighing me down with your fetters  The hand,the … More Red

Onward and upward.

Eighteen years back,there was a thunderous clap that had jolted my insides. My eyes had gaped at Nature’s wrath that consumed everything along the way.  Since then,eighteen years have passed by. I still feel the jitters when I look at the sky washed with rain and the drama that the lighting paints on it.  Twelve … More Onward and upward.

Codeine 

I watched you dawdle your way to me  Inch by inch,like an aching snail Bruised,blistered I watched you from across the smokescreen  Your pagan sight  Parched lips  The sunset in your eyes  You felt me in the winter breeze that pressed its sugared lips on your forehead  The nape of your neck  I watched you … More Codeine 

Apple Pie

10 weeks. He’d keep coming back home from the hospital with greasy hair and pale skin,only to return to Room 109 in Clarkson’s welfare home every fortnight. I could see him from my large bay window as they carried him from his bed to the car. My eyes would so often look for him that … More Apple Pie

The early baggage.

The smell of sunshine on wet grass,the dew drops on a heavy morning rose,the careless flight of parakeets,chasing butterflies in the meadows;as a young child,one truly has a Charter as wide as that of the Wind,to learn,explore and frolic around. It was only yesterday that I was walking though the market area with rose tinted … More The early baggage.

Review on ‘Driving with Selvi’ by Elisa Paloschi.

This documentary captures the strife that a young Selvi is subjected to and her heroic struggle to unfetter her soul. This Canadian-produced, South India-set documentary throws light on astonishing statistics about forced marriage, and how 700 million women worldwide were married before they turned 18; 250 million of them before they turned 15. As a … More Review on ‘Driving with Selvi’ by Elisa Paloschi.

Not lost 

I let the atomies in his sunlit eyes  Dance on my skin like starlit skies  As they droop to meet the aura I exude  My soul elicits Jim like a musical prelude  Inching like an inchworm in soil  His fingers grip my palms in a coil Kissing alive tender spots on the surface  Like embers … More Not lost