I’ve been having this dream on repeat recently
It’s of a bookshelf
Mahogany one that’s replaced the
Sure, sturdy, beige
of the IKEA pocket
In that Continue reading
I cannot help but wonder
What kind of film would develop
if he were to see us
everytime we uttered his name.
Would he see
Desperation, or hope?
Destruction and disparities?
Because of the politics that flawed the
mankind he created – Continue reading
Prologue: this is the journey of a soldier in the army, suffering from PTSD, and not willing to open up to even family members. This was written following the Uri attacks, in which 18 Indian soldiers died.
How are you doing? I’m fine. Well, a bit exhausted. Missing your dal, the rations they give us aren’t that great. Black rajma beans and rice that has lost its flavor after being packaged, with poppadoms adding a crunch of excitement from time to time. I saw the photo you sent, of Neha in the school play. Tell her she makes a beautiful butterfly, and daddy will take her and fly her over the boardwalk soon! Ah, not now though. My muscles ache from the rigorous training we are subject to. Puts our honorable countrymen into perspective, ha? Continue reading
A rhythm of art has never been so
as wide and lively
as your ecstatic joy riddled with panging grief.
Your wars, your white flags and your weddings will mark
Windows of words – a million of them pouring in to my world
and focusing to make one blinding ray in my mind. Continue reading
Gather me in your wings,
your feathers of power.
Fly me across the mist,
your curtains of enamour. Continue reading
What is it in that bold rouge, that delicate rose, that electric blue
that makes people wear it on their lips –
their connection to the world, the deliverance of their words,
their vocal identity?
Let me start again. Continue reading
Seas and oceans. Does it matter? It’s all the same anyway – the monochrome blue, the earl grey with a stain of sorrow, and the frothy slush that clashed against itself to cease into mist.
The cascading rocks, jagged to the core pierce more than the thin screen of her skin. Continue reading