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 do you?

How do you casually tell someone that their existence is the highlight of your day? Step one, you construct the sentence in your head, gentle and quiet, the words linger in the air for a moment.  Step two, you wonder at how the desert inside you that you have been accustomed to has disappeared, and […]

What is the violence of love?

It is the over-complication of simplicity in the absence that went unnoticed. It is the disbalance in priorities. When, he gets to be your special one, But you don’t get to be his. The violence of love lies in how you abandon your best friends because your happiness suddenly gets unplugged from its socket and […]

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 […]