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 →

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 →

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 →

Three Poems

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 →

Poem

Things I Would Tell You If You Hadn't Gone Away For my weekly horoscope, the tarot reader pulled out a Four of Wands card. It means that I have lost my religion. If you add half a teaspoon of jaggery sugar in a cup of black coffee, it becomes easier to swallow on a wounded... Continue Reading →

Falling In Love

Say, one day, you hang your identity on a peg, carry your wounds knotted up inside you, an intricate maze, and walk into a new city.Say, you fail to notice the old branches floating down new rivers carrying ants on their backs, you sidestep the fallen yellow leaves that the trees shook off of themselves, and you pay no mind to the... Continue Reading →

Under Cold Water

What is the measure of wisdom but the capacity for kindness? Towards oneself more than anyone else. Followed by everyone else. *** I am considering buying a concealer, a new addition to the fathomless sea that is supposed to be a woman's make up kit. It starts small. It starts with a lip gloss. Every... Continue Reading →

Promises

A list of promises we must make ⁃ To unlearn the prejudices handed to us by our elders ⁃ To be seen. By ourselves. ⁃ To hold on to our anger and to let it sediment into a China cup. ⁃ To pour that cup away. ⁃ To plant a tree. ⁃ To expand ourselves... Continue Reading →

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