The piece of music

 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


Fire flies

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


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