For the Rainy Days
On rainy days, when the mud splatters my hemand leaves dampness in the carpet andwetness in your eyelids know that, I do it for the sunny days to come
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Why I Love You
I love you Because you smell like nivea cream when I kiss you good night and I love you Because you sing phool thum hai bejha for her in the evening
Album of Emotion
Pasting pieces of historyis dangerouswhen the glue becomes too sticky, and even with tacky fingersnobody really learns
Cotton Wool Tongue and a Hollow Voice Box
I want to say, say sayI want to say what you want to hearI want to hear what you want to say But, the words turn to ashon the tip of my tongueand I swallow. Ash-wordstaste like dry bitternessthat stickin the throaton the way down
Last Night
Last night I saw something, strange,very strange to see it from that perspective I, no longer on the other sidehow many hours passed like that? How is that forgotten? Strange, and so very heartbreaking
Withering Flowers
White withering love crimson with tears shrivelled with age come, bloom, revel in your splendour. “No,” said the flower stubbornly and stomped away. To die in the garden where it got the best sun. “Fool,” whispered the winds as they scooped up the petals and threw its scent in the […]
Regarding the Drought of Early 2008
This silence is deafening this silence consumes air Fills it with empty words, hidden glances, ever, ever churning minds, makes it heavy, pregnant, obese One day perhaps, it will rain a rich soaking rain that will quench our thirst but, for now, this silence is deafening. .
Bang! Bang…
19 small bullets pierced the aorta to plug up the chambers with blood Save it! Just save it! *Snip* All was quiet that night
For the Drowned Poets
The darkness swallowed you, that’s what They say. The waves overcame you, you flailed and you kicked, you gulped and spat, and watched blue skies become wet, while you sank, below. Unlike before, when the waves lapped around your skinny ankles and you laughed. Unlike before, when the waves grew […]
The Girl On the Tarmac
One sunny day, when the air was hot, she lay on the tarmacfelt the heat burn her face, while the gravelly bits stuckto her cheek and poked her knees.‘Come to eat,’ her mother hollered.‘Oh, not again,’ she replied. She turned on her back and watched the hard skyblind her eyes […]
