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 … More Fire flies

Welcoming 2017.

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 … More Welcoming 2017.

Frost

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 … More Frost

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

Pangs

You’re perfect. You’re worth the pain. You’re worth the longing.. the heartburn You’re like a peaceful disaster Tearing down my resistance, my narrow tapering will Welcoming the pangs in me-of love, uncertainty and disaster   I know the nature of this longing That wails in a familiar tune,echoing familiar fears Tiny ghosts of warmth and … More Pangs

Self-induced.

I feel the urge to hush the words he says, to shut out the musings betwixt my head and heart.  My mind is a cacophonic echo constantly amplifying the premonitions in my heart.  A part of me knew he wasn’t everything I was looking for.  And yet, I wanted to believe in the lie.  I … More Self-induced.

Delusion

As my fingertips caress the hatred cast  in the letters,Reason beckons me.  The dark room fills up with the screams of past indulgences and my eyes alight on your sins and follies.  And yet, despite Reason screaming at me and pelting sanity at me, I give up the inner struggle and find myself escaping into … More Delusion

Summer Solstice.

21st June.Summer Solstice. The sunshine in her hair giving a touch of honey-glazed brown to her cascading tresses. Her beady black eyes-lost.As though in the eternal quest of something improbable,far yet enticing. She dawdled along the street,walking home with her huge pink bag slouching down from her shoulders. Crossing big departmental stores,garages and repair workshops,she … More Summer Solstice.