Cataclysm in repose

love is all around, I’m growing tired of fighting I’ve been drained, and I can’t hide it -Aftermath, Muse The lighter flicks once more, lighting up the contour of his jaw, the stubble lined, shadows sticking to his skin. I stare at the wonder of his eyelashes, catching the motes of dust, the laughter lines […]

How to tell a shattered story?

It seems ironic that I closed a tab on Narendra Modi to revive this dead repository of a digital notebook. It seems ironic because, I just visited the ministry of utmost happiness, and it compelled me to break my silence. With the ghost of the torchbearer of Indian Democracy hanging over my screen feeding my […]

FIR

Reconsidering death. This is a first information report about a time that is coming out Of a body that has aged Reflux of last nights excesses. Before they make a scene out of your memory Decorate it with garish flowers of their off-tune tributes and blue and white lies of love-hackneyed lyrics Before I add […]

Free Women

Should it astound me, inspire me That every woman has a body That swells, blooms and smells Reeks of her own particular scent. She stands in front of the mirror, Running her fingers over her belly, And under all our pulsing veins hide the same story On the swell of all our breasts Insecurities, hurt, […]

On an unchanging nation

I lay in my bed, As silent as erased chapters of history. My own identity is a war within myself Stretching towards instinct, only to snap back into the cages of Politically correct. I feel beneath my feet, the concrete warm Like an ocean of frozen time Stuck in an ever-worsening landscape Of de-humanised romanticism. […]

Across the river, fireworks painted the ink blue sky Breaking the silence in my eyes. Silhouettes of my neighbours Kiss at the end of the street. The careless wind runs its fingers Down the nape of my neck A plane swims in through the clouds, In a hurry with its headlights still on. Am I […]

Sundays wasted on bad icecream

Sundays spent on bad icecream is a bad poem written at the verge of a day that proved waiting is terrifying, especially when there is nothing to wait for. Ultimatums are like giant pills you cannot swallow, and no matter how bright the time, it is as if some colour drained out of everything. Tiramisu […]

Daily fix

I tried to draw Celtic knots And failed The simple instructions of Over and under and over again In the quiet light of a bedside lamp My bed strewn with pencils, Graph papers, Sheets, and a forgotten novel. I began with a maze, With each passing line forgetting the knot in my chest The way […]