I love looking at clouds in the sky except in thunderstorms. I am scared of thunderstorms.
I feel alive, In the company of living breathing trees. We run like rats in this race, Only to think we deserve a break. 'Much needed' Trade off 300 gloomy days for five in the lap of mountains, On the surface of seas, The beaches keep calling, We fall at ease Amidst groves and bees. … Continue reading Lost
For men may come, And men may go, You, A stamp of existence on time, Your voice like a hum through space, Goes on forever. All the places that we've been to, At different points of time, Carry our footprints Washed away by the sea. I've stood here and looked at Tagore's human face, Trying … Continue reading Human Faces
Four safety pins hold me in place, Like three marshmallows. Not one less not one more. I fasten my dress into its designated space. It doesn't move, And my fingers don't automatically hover around my shoulders, Pre occupied with bra straps playing peekaboo. Girl, as I always say, You do you. I stand in front … Continue reading Four safety pins
All our lives, Lives lived backwards, Lives lived in a blurry picture rushing by, Lives lived in bottles, Put up on shelves in chromite and sandstone, Are momentary photographs of time rushing by. Doesn't it consume you whole? And we rush our little lives, Emptying our souls. Aparajita
I read somewhere, That women are their own voyeur. And I can't shake it off. We anyways, Like our brows a little arched, Our cheeks a little pinched, Our hair falls like silk around perfect faces. I'd say there's nothing wrong. I open my world to primers and bb creams, Foundations and hair straighteners, Mousses … Continue reading In my eyes
Birds and trees are what the mornings should be.
Do you remember the day, Your affections went up in smoke, As we sat at the table, Waiting to be served, And with a dead glance, With a swish of your fingers, You dismissed me?
This chapter begins, Right at the end, Where you've read that they live, Happily ever after. This chapter begins as the first doubt creeps into her mind. Can we make this work? And he reflects into the mirror, And asks himself, Was it all, worth the effort? Every morning, Her back fits in a curve … Continue reading Happily ever after