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 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.
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… Continue reading Red
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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading The early baggage.