Category Archives: Could be verse

Palolem affair

Posted on August 14, 2017 by teevramadhyam

The gathering night clutches the folds of her robe as she looks out into the moonless dark… an impregnable roar echoes the anguish, the solitude of the sea * Solitary queen In the high castle she craves distraction there is … Continue reading →

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Darbaar Sahib

Posted on August 1, 2017 by teevramadhyam

    you have to peel off religion one translucent skin after another * finding god is drawing blood the knife goes in slowly black, viscous, slimy faith oozes out and then it happens as sudden as thought or sleep … Continue reading →

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Protected: aranya #12: Rendezvous

Posted on May 12, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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Protected: aranya #11: union

Posted on April 8, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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A kind of home

Posted on March 6, 2017 by teevramadhyam

What is a home? Where you can lay your thoughts to rest. One by one. Like folded clothes. Where you can smoothen out the edges of the day’s dog eared pages. And pretend like you are whole again. Where compassion … Continue reading →

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‘I’ll tell you all the news

Posted on March 4, 2017 by teevramadhyam

the ocean froths In the empty ghada a Shrill whisper rises  Like piss in the stream  The fawda picks away at the clod Darknesses converge  Upon the decaying carcasses  The dead stink  Louder than blasphemies  In the sacred chamber  And time,  … Continue reading →

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Protected: aranya #10: the conference of dogs

Posted on February 19, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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Protected: aranya #8: genesis

Posted on February 10, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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question

Posted on February 6, 2017 by teevramadhyam

Things happen slowly The turning wheel is only a notch In the spiral I asked the stone If it remembered How the sun drenched Its sleep And it showed me the forest and a childhood of falling things When the … Continue reading →

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Protected: aranya #7:the artist’s workshop

Posted on January 27, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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