curling & uncurling

she sews holes but the wholes never come into being purple juice of grapes spurt from her lips; stain her pristine dress she outlines it lovingly her doubts reflect in the walled mirror faith is so fragile hence she has no use of it now, nor ever her feet disappear in water her head sways [...]

a trophy

I had carried it for long everywhere I went it was with me I cherished it pampered it loved flaunting it even when it almost faded it had become a part of me the very thought of letting go scared me then I recognized the truth, surrounding me, it took pieces off me a parasite [...]

lost in our own world

my two older brothers did their sumsmy dad watched over themI, with my pencil, scribbledin a handmade journal-my dad had got the sheets,my mom had bound those-a line, a few scattered words,some numbers thrown in-(in today’s world,those make a password)likewise my little brother lay beside me,his nimble fingers fixing a toy car-each one of us [...]

half-way through

when I think of those times how life used to be thenpaper boats floating on waterpaper aeroplanes flying all overorigami made my mind sharpalso made my fingers coordinate when I think of those times how life used to be thenI used to serve tea in my tiny cups(those times were rare)my dolls were my guestand [...]

wolfish grins

this road is curvy and wavy,uphill it is not, you can walk all of it, still end up nowhere the beginning is the end, the end is the beginning a paradox or whole truth even great seers can’t say you see a wolf, you see a little girl, wearing something red with a hood on [...]

faceless yet concrete

I have missed the interaction-the love that we share over the netfaceless to each other yet so concreteI thought I would surviveyet there was this emptiness-kind of a vacuum I never anticipated now it seems I was away from home-the place where I am myself,my random musings tied in threadunravelled only by creativity of others-the [...]

who are we?

there might be wealth of questions for youbut I seek no answersnot in your wordswhat I wish to hearyou won’t saythat’s what you think, is it not?think what you likeI don’t really caretoo much hassle your answers even if you made the effortwon’t register in meas I have switched off that arenaI like the numbness [...]

mother of mine

When William Butler wrote that line-“When you are old and grey and full of sleep”what was he thinking, I wouldn’t knowI hope he did not mean it as a theoryhe was generalizing, I presumeone look at my mother, his theory failsshe is old (don’t tell her that!)but not grey and is full of activitya radiant [...]

incomplete yet so replete

In day’s last lighthe moved very quietlyhidden behind her hidden from moonhis non-existent shadowsspooked her out out came her armsto protect her facadeand hit him instead hit by herhe fell on groundembracing it sweet earthy embracetook him inheld him like a lover earth as his belovedhe kissed it passionatelyneeding none other

sky as my canvas of thoughts

clouds are like doorsfor something above thereI get glimpses of thoseand reason out scientificallyyet the beauty doesn’t fadethe aura transcends, permeates and fusesone can’t label itthe ever-changing yet static skygrounds me. the mass of spaceoverwhelmes me. I get to knowmy blind side, hitherto, ignored. “doesn’t it feel good to go back to being a child?“