Published Work

[Updated: 21 Aug 2020]  It has finally occurred to me to post links to my work published elsewhere on the Web. I hope to keep this as a live blog post, updating it as and when the time arrives. Hopefully, there will be more. ūüôÉ Kaleidoscopic: Four Poems (Vayavya) Four poems in the Monsoon Edition... Continue Reading →

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Your Horoscope for the Week

This poem is an update to the original one I wrote for the 2019 NaPoWriMo. Your (Updated) Horoscope for the Week: - You will be visited by a purple thunderstorm in a dream. It will be what you think it is.- Gift your favourite book to a new friend. Gift wrap it with a yellow... Continue Reading →

Notes From a Fragrant Night

Disclaimer: Not all of this is true. Not all of it is false. Maybe it is my teeth, I think to myself shying away from my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Some baking soda should do it, make them brighter, cleaner, and it would help amble things along. I've dimmed all the lights and lit... Continue Reading →

Cover Me in Sunshine

My friend recently finished reading Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett. I had promised to send him my copy of the book by Speed Post. I had imagined that with the book I would send him a letter. I would write it on the letter writing pad I bought in Seattle two years ago. The paper... Continue Reading →

We Are Warriors: Three Poems

One In my dream, there is a quiet verandahof an ancient temple. The blue light falls¬†like a shadow over the verandah and me.I wait for a leaf to stir me awake, a prayergong to sound, for even my cat to appearbut nothing moves here, not even me.¬† I carry this dream around like a talismaninside... Continue Reading →

Second Hand Living

I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... Continue Reading →

Maybe It Is Out There

Often times, I find myself thinking about a scene from the book 'The Bear and the Nightingale' which I read last year. The protagonist, Vasya, is a teenage girl living in a fictional Russian village called Lesnaya Zemlya. Snow is falling fast and she has run away from her house into the forest on her... Continue Reading →

Letter Writing

Dear 'Friends Who I Didn't Get Back To' A heaviness has come over my brain, a sort of fuzziness, if you will. If we could sit down together, I might be able to tell you about it. It doesn't have to be this way that we carry on in older decorums and spill our hearts... Continue Reading →

Sign of the Times

He brought me a book of poems on his return, a handbook of scripture written around the city of love. Everything is broken, untended, jamun trees lying upturned reaching out to the sky. It‚Äôs been three days since betrayal came home and perched itself on the sofa, there‚Äôs one place less to sit. From the... Continue Reading →

Elsewhere

Our lives are happening elsewhere,¬†neatly laid out in a symmetric ballad.¬†I do not have the same pleasures,¬†You do not have the same fears.¬†¬†We have abandoned washing oursins in the rivers and creating eddies¬†of our tears inside teacups. Are theremiracles still suffused in our days?¬†Yes. We gather them by the armful¬†and plant them into the rich... Continue Reading →

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