This is the time for a storm, The boat is settled on a pistachio shell lathered with planks to hold lotus bulbs coffined deep down the marsh where the heat from you plops at all the constant curves of mine and the cuts of my curve. I am here – a new cinnamon fern … Continue reading
The bitter east wind Carried me to the lost land Where gods go to die. I saw Zeus stagger ashore His scraggly grey beard Reeking of wine The coils of his hair Seemed to have been combed By a thunderstorm I saw contempt flash in his eyes Like lightning The pain of being forgotten He … Continue reading
I open my eyes to the sound of birds chirping, alongside that of a lawn being mowed a few feet away from my open window. My phone blares, telling me it’s time to wake up and make the most of my day. I turn it off and get out of bed, ready for some coffee … Continue reading
you lit the fire and you waited for it to hold us captive in it’s orange kindle, to burn into our skin till it could taste the relinquish of our muscles, to seep into our dreams and paint them the colour of nightmares, to lift us up and crush beneath us all our recklessness, to … Continue reading
The sailor opened his ravaged cream canvas The harbor stood impedingly far from sight Beyond the fading orange gleam and approaching purple haze Of the drowning winter skyline, Upon whom the hallowed, salt- crusted, iron gallows dangle The corpses of an unforgiven past hung like the autumn bloom. Where men and women not confined to … Continue reading
// Your bones are falling to the sound of gravity The beats are rising. Scars are like leaves scattered on the ground Crunching as you try to let go of your wounds and walk. Your head is between two walls, ready to get crushed You don’t even have a place to hang it down in … Continue reading
“Chotu, ek full, ek cutting” Abhinav said as soon as we saw the first chai ki tapri. Chai was his pehla pyar. Every morning, the first sentence I hear since the past six years is “Neetu chai dena.” We sat on the red and white plastic chairs of the tapri, our daughter sitting on the … Continue reading
