The Satin

I remember it hurt. Looking at her hurt. She looked at me through the clouded glasses as she tried to stop the tears from falling on the expensive satin of the dress. She was a vision in midnight blue. Her strawberry blonde curls were neatly pinned up in a bun. But one stubborn lock fell on her left cheek. Her nose resembled a ripe tomato … Continue reading The Satin


‘Poetry is inspired; A result of divine intervention,’ that is what they said when I asked how.   Inspiration wasn’t easy to find; The trams, the dirt and the sky; None did any good.   Words were jumbled; Phrases strewn across parchments; And feelings left unfelt.   I took to the smoke; Relied on the solace of Shiva And the drink of the Devas. But … Continue reading Poetry