Day Time Madness in Dreams
Twin globes of soft, golden light. Two suns in a sky kissing gentle Atlantic waves. The epitome of heavenly. The essence of peace. Or maybe, just day time madness in dreams. But then my greedy eyes reached for the sky again and beheld a moon and sun, separated by space, connected by space, sharing space. Apart and together all at once. And you were there … Continue reading Day Time Madness in Dreams
Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing
Somewhere in our backyard, I’m sure the roots of the old neem tree still plunge into the earth refusing to let go. The past is exactly like that, entwined with our being, adding to the equation which makes us who we are. Deepavali has always been a routine thing in my home. Every now and then a stranger joins us but they never manage to … Continue reading Roots – This hard, unrelenting thing
Do we fall or grow in love?
Been thinking of a summer romance in the tropics. Been thinking of creating a galaxy for us, a galaxy built with the bricks of English syntax and fortified with the intricacy of meaning, built for me to be forever with you. I wanna be with you more than I’m with me. But mostly, I’ve been thinking of love and theories of how it happens. Do … Continue reading Do we fall or grow in love?
Women, when you show your mid-section on Facebook you’re a dangle…
The infamous photo of my mid-section Last night a young woman tried to kill herself because a man dissed her body. This morning I took a picture which exposed my mid-section, the part of my body I’m most uncomfortable with, and I posted it on Facebook. Tonight, I was called a dangle (whore). What was the point of the picture? I hoped that by being … Continue reading Women, when you show your mid-section on Facebook you’re a dangle…
I’ve bled words for you…
For days and days, I’ve bled for you. I’ve bled upon a page. From that place deep, deep in me I’ve bled words for you every minute, every hour, every day. And they watch me bleed, quietly waiting, waiting for me to die. But this bleeding, it’s an endless flow of you from me. This is how I know that I can never be empty … Continue reading I’ve bled words for you…
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