When you were six, you hardly ever spoke. When in the company of strangers, you would hide behind my back and hold on to my shirt. When you were eleven we went to the sea and you were scared of how the waves splashed against the shore. You were terrified of the sound and smell of the water. You held on to my hand and … Continue reading To the little girl who was afraid of the sea
Could you live with the night in your sunny universe? Could you accommodate a tear in your vast smile? Could you stay awake when all you needed was sleep? Could you fool yourself in thinking everything was fine? Could you carry the burden of the past knowing it wasn’t one of yours? Could you be fine for you and i both? Could you desire when … Continue reading Could you?
Blank, blank, blank… I am blank. My mind is blank. Just as blank as it can get. Nexito plus was the medicine. The good doctor told me last night that I was not all that mad. Though I did have a few screws loose but the equipment was still holding on, somehow. Mood stabilizers- they are called. Small pink medicines which taste sweet and stick … Continue reading Drugs and blanks
They were facing the sun—all three of them: a man in his mid-forties, a girl in her teens and a child of nine. Sitting in a line on the sand dune, they had their backs turned to the lens. The man wore a black Adidas cap, a cream pullover and a pair of black corduroys. The older girl seated in the middle had her hair … Continue reading The photograph
“I dropped out of a college, changed my stream, started over and worked in a bar.” -Words I need to say in order to repel people or to get them to judge me. The aunty in the bus with her kid on her side becomes the cat on high alert. Her ears perk up and her hands cover her daughter’s ears. But she can’t contain … Continue reading The girl who worked in a bar
Between mind throbs and heart aches, there is a world where sanity prevails. Between the small cats and large dogs, there is a world dominated by affection. Between the muddy muck and the grey sky, there is a world where the lotus blooms. Between sky jumps and scuba dives, there is a world of hikes and cycles. Between your ego and my indifference, there is a … Continue reading Between the worlds
Your lips the color of my womb bleed words that take me to the moon. The look in your eyes set fire to my tomb while your touch comes to me as a boon. Bukowski, you say, is your lover, you claim to be his bread and butter. Gertrude has your heart in a cover, your beauty, if shunned, can lead her to a … Continue reading To the vitruvian woman