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
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.
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
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 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.
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.
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
He draws on her flesh With colours of the candle Molten wax to tie her down And whispers soft In a foreign tongue Slithering ‘cross her gown Her eyes-amazed At his pagan sight Heave and sigh in parts He paints her body With wild strokes Red ribbons and heaving hearts The candle’s flame flickers to … More Bondage
Letters to Patriarchy Dear ‘Knight in shining armour’, Sifting like the sands of time She twists and turns and sways like a wind chime Shorts too short,oh what a floozy! Trousers too long,oh what a prude! Well shave your beard,oh what a tramp! Oh well grow a beard,oh what a juvenile! I have a voice … More A Letter To Patriarchy.
Dear diary, When I was younger, I was taught that deception came in the form of lecherous men offering chocolates. Took me a while to realise that it can also be the pretty aunts in the family who ask you to get involved with other men. I don’t see how the world,so easily,moulds us into … More Our reality.
The slow ticking of a table clock The distant thumping of a hammer on a wooden panel The chinking of the metalled tip of my hoodie against the wall while I slowly turn into a complete circle,carefully in soft full circles,inward and inward,as if in a state of trance,waltzing away,dancing away,singing away..into this room full … More The piece of music