I sit here, with you and the pretty pictureyou painted on the brick wall.The amalgamation of colors;the home of curiosity; the art reeking of beauty;tiny flowers; tinier details; some abstraction of sorts. And I try to find myself there. Tucked in some tiny detail,a part or me, but I can’t find it. Think about me […]
Limestone Cliffs, Time and Invisible Pieces
T – 2 Years:You couldn’t choose betweenmountains and beaches so went tothe offbeat location where whitelimestone cliffs plunged into the sea.Your nose turned rather pink withmercury hitting lower than usual.We discussed the fragility of life,you said, one wrong step inthese cliffs and you will find yourselffloating into nothing in ice cold waters.You punched me red […]
कहानियां / Stories
कुछ कहानिया होती ही इतनी ज़िद्दी हैं की कलम तक तो रहती हैं, लेकिन मेरी डायरी के पन्नो तक आते आते खो जाती हैं शब्द कहीं बिखरे से पड़े रेहते हैं, दिल के किसी कोने के अंदर, छुपे सेयार मैं ज़िन्दगी के सफर में वैसे ही इतना फसा हूँ, कोई कहानियो से कह दो की […]
Forgotten Backyards, Coffee Beans and Shapeshiting Clouds
Crescent moon is hung overthe inert winter sky. It sendsreminders of your existence. Once,you existed in every sky, every worldand every corner of my universe.Now, I just find traces of you, hereand there, scattered. In holiday cards,social media reminders, funny-namedfolders in old computers, chat history, and parting gifts. The expensive coffeebeans you gave me on […]
Where to Find You?
1. In coffee shops, when words are hard to come by. My eyes stare vacantly at the blank pages. Minutes pass by seconds. Clouds of your memories cover me with so much to write about. Stubborn words have found solace inside me, they are afraid to come out and I’d wait. I’d wait for the […]
Go. Now. It is Time.
Go. Now. It is time. We havealready explored the bodies. My fingers know how to trace theback of your hand. Already becomingfamiliar to the fragrance. I am awarenow, of your morning habits; drapingsheets over the body, leaving hintsof skin open, while you brew the coffee.Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.The clock is ticking.Like the time […]
Rusted Window, Moon and the Distance Between Us
The azaan breaks down at the hintof sunlight while the moon dissolvesitself into the sky at the arrival of the sun.My sullen, drunk eyes, waiting for you,are fixed on the rusted window.You arrive a bit late today.I see you through the worn downgrills of the window. Fragments of adistant you. My brain gives up oncompleting […]
In My City
In my city, lives a toddler, in a rundown tent. He comes back piggy-riding on a tired mother’s back, the dust of construction site shimmering like jewels on his face. The rickety street dogs welcome him with faint barks. He thinks they are the only friends he has got. He laughs. Dogs bark in sync. […]
Just Another Story
No bullshit, Pure Fuck – read her bio on the dating site. Three days later there was cheap whiskey, styrofoam cups, inexpensive painting, overpriced motel, fake moaning, scratches on my back, blood red marks on her neck, two intertwined bodies and two distant souls. “We’ll split the bill 50-50,” she said while dressing up. We’d […]
Chaos, Cliches and Shard of Art
Chaos are cliches of our generation and I tame much larger demons called process and rules, you said. You swirled the wine glass five times while holding the glass perfectly between your fingers. I was embarrassed to gulp down whiskey in a purely non-elegant way. The shame of a day. I hated our first date […]