Old photographs were supposed to evoke nostalgia And here I go Starting the poem with a rule My therapist said be kind to yourself I’m trying to find the right words which would be kind But not too much- because what if it adds to my narcissistic tendencies? So it is a song on repeat Continue reading “Old Photographs”
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For all my pounding heart
For my pounding heart There’s a day where we ride our scooters in the rain and after having heard renditions of vintage ghazals, the rain looks as if transported from a movie set- carried by a sepia butterfly. I hold on to your kurta as if my life depended on it and while that’s unhealthy,Continue reading “For all my pounding heart”
Till 19
I loved him till i was 19 A fine man A dine man A family man I loved him till I was 19 Without a thought A pause… All I knew was Songs Backstreet boys Metallica… Kenny G In the Suzuki I loved him till I was 19 Not a threat Just inexpensive bread ButContinue reading “Till 19”
Physical distancing In Times of a Global Crisis (A Journal)
23/03/20. Some games of Psych with friends, a light read, a small gesture and an irritable mood. “The Last Summer.” Inconsistent feelings of love. 24/03/20. Anxiety inducing whatsapp videos, a broken glass and gloomy moods. An HRM report and a stomach ache. The need to bathe but no willingness to. A spiritual music thatContinue reading “Physical distancing In Times of a Global Crisis (A Journal)”
Beauty of Retrospect
You’re sitting there and you look at people who’ve grown older and if you look closer, you can see in them a young version of them- almost speaking to you. It’s intriguing because one day you’ll become old but you’ve been every one of your age. You’ve been 2 and you’ve been 12 and you’reContinue reading “Beauty of Retrospect”
Him
I see you in Derek In his eyes and his unkempt hair I see you everywhere I see your tiny hands in my large heart That refuses to slow down when you hover over me I see you in Alex In his tussles And his carelessness I can’t stop seeing you every day and nightContinue reading “Him”
Running away, running towards
I’m running away from the letters that make up the word ” future”. I’m running into faces that make up the person ”fraud”. I’m walking on a thing called “road” which takes me to a place called “oblivion”. I’ve had enough of activity Still I feel handcuffed As if I have no agency No matterContinue reading “Running away, running towards”
Panorama
I never wrote poetry For the simple reason That I’d fall short of Words and a story You might think It’s you who I seek This time though, It’ll be nothing short of magic It won’t be a name, place or identity It’d be a huge mountain That I’ll seek Or maybe areas that areContinue reading “Panorama”