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… Continue reading The piece of music
I sit by myself on a Delhi winter morning,curled up in 3 layers of clothing and a puffy quilt. The morning shows herself carefully from behind the blinds,as if in a careful melodious rhythm so as to not destroy the lull in my mind. Any normal woman would call it deserting one's morning chores like… Continue reading Fire flies
Old gets jaded and doesn't hold familiar appeal anymore.Old crumbles till lesser creatures like ants dawdle their way to them.Contrary to how old isn't seen in good light,I believe old is beautiful. The wonder of an old book that smells like oak and musk,the rapture in my grandmother's eyes when she sees me back home… Continue reading Musings by the beach.
What's that noise in the distance? The soft ruffling breeze mumbling muffled sounds in a foreign tongue.The careless purring of a Persian cat stretched out on a lavish couch caressing her own coat. The old man sitting by the tea shop looking at the faint fate lines on his palms. Youngsters playing crass music and… Continue reading Welcoming 2017.
What is this drug that lingers on? In smouldering ellipses and whirls of smoke Some meth to doze the senses Ten bottles of burning coke It is not sickness that afflicts me But this nagging burning in my bones The gloom of yesteryears The water nymph's last groans And one by one,these leaves fall One… Continue reading Frost