You keep saying I stumbled upon you, And made you my disovery, My pet project. And when I was but all straightened up like a scarecrow, You'd fix the lever on my sides, So no one else would know That I need winding up. So how long do you think I'll work? How long am … Continue reading Wound up
Leave the clothes to soak, The relentless call of monotony, Seeps through cracks in the window panes, With the sun, I am running out of breath, I am oscillating between what I need and what I want, In turns. If I was hanging by a thread, Would you pull me over, And tell me this … Continue reading Relentless
Did we take that right at the roundabout? Where you kept telling me we'd be fine if we didn't go by the book, Of how to set us right, That home was around the corner, just out of sight. We were thinking of different things, Like stars that align in shapes only for our eyes, … Continue reading Are we home yet?
We don't listen to the same songs anymore. Last I heard you were so animatedly talking about someone I didn't know. I keep quiet through the night, While you're humming a tune I never heard before. Here I am wishing we'd never sleep so far apart, Waves of the bedsheet folding onto themselves, Spread between … Continue reading Songs
There was once a woman and she could be you, A good eight and twenty, and fertile too, So quick to dismiss her were her people set, They repeatedly asked her if she had found a catch yet, She took a sigh as long as the syllables in this line do. A woman must marry, … Continue reading Limerick
It's hard to tell, If my cat is hindu. She wasn't born saffron, And isn't growing up to be either. So I'm skeptical. Yesterday I wore my saffron dupatta, And it seemed I was straight out of a political party campaign, But I'm not canvassing votes for anyone I swear. I just wore a beautiful … Continue reading My Cat’s religion
Faces, Peering out of slideshows about friendship, Where did you find that song I can't bring myself to remember the lyrics to? Faces, Smiling out of photographs of a wedding party, Where did you get hold of the novel I've always been asking you to read? Sometimes I can't sleep without having listened to hopelessly … Continue reading Face
Waste it now when power resumes We shall have water. An attempt at writing a haiku. The prompt is water.
A piece of flame red papaya inside my mouth, Goes wobble wobbly slush, Droplets of heaven, Peeled and referigerated Squishy blast of a sweet wonder, And I am a child again, I love to sit by the bed and go, Gobbly gobble it up, One by one until there's but one on my plate. That … Continue reading Papaya
I lie face down, With Dalloway beneath my face, Between my head and the pillow, One hand under my chest and another still holding on to the book where I'm at, One knee folded upwards, My fingers of the free arm trying to reach the hem of my quarter shorts, And Im thinking, This wouldn't … Continue reading Ramblings