Category Archives: kaha gaye woh din

Parting is such sweet sorrow

It really is…….  Hidden somewhere in the bittersweet twang of forsaking the familiar and comforting, is a hint of pungent hope, mixed with the uncanny aftertaste of curiosity. It is difficult to catch – this apprehension that comes with leaving … Continue reading

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for Cohen

melancholy is a colour. it sings through the cracks opening in the river of your broken baritone. like light high on dreams the cliffs are empty, the sea froths like an angry dog, the window is open, and the lipstick-smeared … Continue reading

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morning

and dawn looks through the French windows, ruffles my hair and slips in between the sheets knocks on the door of my breath and listens to me with an ear to my chest listens to the tangerine ring of sleep … Continue reading

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the hook beside the fan

the hook beside the fan runs incarnadine like your eyes turning red with the green smoke of memories masquerading as dance in our paranoid conversations in our soot black minds our black tongues magnified on walls with kites that hold … Continue reading

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Silence

she wriggles like a worm in slush and washes her face in my secrets she laughs in the hollow of a kernelled blade of grass and then wades slowly through my awkwardness sometimes she chars the distance between you and … Continue reading

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A believer

This tumult of newspapered violence ravages me an incessant fist a thronging orchestra of despair Tired, I turn away and drink the evening swathed in birdsong aah! a believer salvaged.

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The message

The breeze came first- a drunken messenger lurching past the towering coconut leaves, leaving in his wake a conference of angry crickets Falling down breathless at the doorstep, he whispered, between tired intoxicated sighs, ‘The rains are here’

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