I see the decapitated head of a baby in the morning on my news feed. It has been raining incessantly this day, week, year, and all the lakes in the city are overflowing. I am told to follow my dreams on the weekend, and on the weekdays, I work through my bleeding skin to pay the taxes on time. I... Continue Reading →
I know that the stories are true — That when things go wrong, other things get betterThat between the two worlds, in an unnamed space, a story resides and belongs to no one but itselfThat when the wound is nursed with frozen ice, it thaws a little; changes from stubborn to willing to talk about... Continue Reading →
I've been feeling like I could do with some self-care, self-love, and being taken care of. So, I wrote these poems for myself. From myself to me. In the evening, I am probably gonna buy myself a little plant for my new, cute planter. Then, I might read the fat, big book and make notes... Continue Reading →
Our sunscreen is melting The house we stand in front of is made of broken white,collected silence, unloved days, and empty water ductsthat have been dry for so long we find bird nests strewn in them. We are afraid to sweep away the beds of brown leaves,nests et al, because we know we won’t be... Continue Reading →
I have stopped looking for women in the annals of time who might have been like me. A strange shadow has been cast over me that shies away from the magic of the revolving universe. Uncounted heaps of bangles have been tidied away, tied with a thread, and stored inside tin boxes never to be... Continue Reading →
For a while now, I've been collecting heartwarming poems that affirm our existence. It all started with Poem #1 in this list. It gave me a glint of hope and then, as and when, I came across poems that reinforced the magic of being alive, I've collected them in a Twitter thread. For long, I... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Sunday Afternoons are Escaping The Sunday afternoon dips its toes quietly in rose water and stays there looking at the purple flowers escaping from stories inside books. They overstayed in their desire to be found and when no one came, slipped away to find new homes, peeping into this poem, that mosque, this hill where... Continue Reading →
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