I told my mind- Give me a reason. A reason to dance under the open skies; A reason to sing tuneless on the streets; A reason to wake up every morning ; A reason to smile amidst the mist; A reason to try; A reason to believe; A reason to love; And a reason to live. It scoffed. Told me- Look in the mirror you … Continue reading A reason
‘A person who acts and lives free of regard for conventional rules and practices’- this is the dictionary meaning of the word ‘bohemian.’ The first time I heard this word was when I had got a friend home with me. This particular girl had tattoos all over her and piercings in the weirdest of weird places and she wore hot pants. Her appearance was enough … Continue reading The Bohemian Girl
I am a married woman with three wives and many more to come. These wives of mine give me a very hard time whenever I touch them or even hold them. On pressing their neck for too long, my fingers are blistered. They hurt me. I struggle with them every time I hold them. I press their necks harder and strum their body louder till … Continue reading My three wives
I wish i could say that a late night swim is relaxing…but i will say something quite on the contrary. When i was doing my laps, a man deliberately kept coming in my way (he did it 5 times and yes i counted). When i would stop and look at him, he would give me a sheepish smile and would keep standing there, not bothering … Continue reading Late night swim– relaxing or not?
“The Aleph was about two or three centimeters in diameter, but all of cosmic space was there, with no diminution in size. Each thing was infinite, because I could clearly see it from every point in the universe.” – Jorge Luis Borges, ‘The Aleph’ This is my attempt at reproducing the cover of “Aleph” by Paulo Coelho. Done with a mix of wax and oil … Continue reading Aleph
There she was in my dream, A canvas- a canvas done by me, She was as ‘normal’ as any of mine can be. Her auburn hair in a severe bun, The black button up, a- turtle neck, a dog’s leash lovingly pressing her delicate neck. Yet she smiled- smiled through all that pain. The old and the wise had once told me- leave the eyes … Continue reading The Lady
Only 19 I was when I met you; That fateful day in spring; When brother Andre unknowingly; Seized my heart from me and gave you. That day I lost all that was dear- My sanity, my pride, my family And most of all myself. Yes, I lost myself to you. Shy, petite, obedient, I was. You charmed me by your darkness. Your handsome face was … Continue reading The muse to her man