I could write to you about an ailing relationship between two countries, two friends and two lovers, and tell you how they hinge on a silk thread that is hard to see even in bright light that stuns the eyes; inspite of receiving taxes encouragement, and thoughtful gifts how the backbone is stiff from the... Continue Reading →
Wealth
I know the wealth and the stories that come with it I know the change that is kept in the back pocket and the history that comes with it I know that the glue will go dry after a while of staying on the table and that the cup stains might not go away after... Continue Reading →
Writing For Ever After
I write On newspapers. On used notebooks over hand-written essays about the French revolution. On the time-table, I make my plans. I write On tissues at coffee shops and use them afterwards. On my train ticket for the day; when I'm travelling down South and back home. I write On the paper bags I bring... Continue Reading →
Earrings
Earrings. The ones that I looked at through glass. The ones that lay on a purple, velvet cushion in the window of the biggest shop in the town. They had filigree carved on them so that sunlight could pass through them like it does through the branches of a tree. *** And when I looked... Continue Reading →
Any Prince to Any Princess
A friend shared this poem with me. I think this is a superb take on fairytales-the ones that we've left far behind. Here's to revision... *** Any Prince to Any Princess ~ by Adrian Henri August is coming and the goose, I’m afraid, is getting fat. There have been no golden eggs for some months... Continue Reading →
Trying
Tries. Hundreds of them. Some result in winning, some in spirit-crushing losing and rancid hopes that lie on your wooden table in the verandah. Some let you hair fall on your dirt-smeared forehead while some bring you up to the cliff of the mountains– in your head. Some infuse in you the smoke of the... Continue Reading →
My Stories
I left a part of me back there at the doorstep; my footprints at the gates and not inside of your home away from home. I left a part of me in the lanes of the bazaars that you frequent, to buy silver ware and copper wires, and take me along when I'm 1407 kms... Continue Reading →
Straight Lines
Straight lines, Those infinite points that never turn around and come back. They go on and on unto eternity, on either side of a spectrum, of a system, from rues to gratitude from smiles to cries from balloons to cages. There are no second thoughts or reconsidered chances. These straight lines remain taut in my... Continue Reading →
Grandmother’s Lantern
Beautiful. It would have been, and it can be; shall I permit it to. My existence; like the solitary lantern that still hangs on grandmother's porch. Its wick as black as the sins they tell us we've committed on the way to being the lords of moral fiefdom. Its glass dull like the cataract in... Continue Reading →
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