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?
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
Train lights zoomed across the lake; The birds flew West. The cha cups were lined; Marie biscuit decorated the tray; The sun went to bed. Time passed; Three became two; But memories remained same. -Pakhi Continue reading Pakhi’s musing 1
Oh vitruvian saint, and the master of my heart, how your sight makes me faint, how through me your arrows dart. I have often wondered which God made you, the secret that is your erudite bones, how at dawn you fall like the dew, and rise at dusk like the resonant tone. To see you chant Chaucer in your sleep, and recite the periodic table to your kids, … Continue reading The vitruvian man
No it’s not a slow process; It is spontaneous like a cat’s jump onto the unsuspecting prey. It is just. I’ve never felt this way before; Or have I? Maybe. Could be. Would be. I am just. Uplifted, elevated and impregnated; Sporting a smile and a funny eye. My dog amuses me as does my sock. They are just. Funny is the … Continue reading On being happy
I have an image for you; One among many. The rain drops and the coffee cup; the grey sky and the wooden pane. The parchment and the smudged ink stared at me, “The end,” it said. No clue as to why, what, where. Just a tasteless goodbye. 3 years had been a long time; It felt like decades or more. But all it … Continue reading The penpal