Category Archives: Writings

I was wearing three layers of clothes with a thick jacket on top. And we were walking. And it was raining. And I was cold. And he was cold.   We had held hands a few minutes before And then grudgingly let go to put them back in our pockets, As it was freezing.  Continue reading “A moment of no forgetting:”

Support, I owe my life to you. You pulled me out of the shell of darkness I had retrieved into. You came in with a candle and instead of pushing me towards the blinding light, you sat inside my stifling cave. You wore a hard hat, in case I got violent. You wore a softContinue reading “Support”

A ball of furry feathers, Stuffed down your throat, Choking you, Begging you, To be swallowed whole, But you cough it out, All of it, Till there are no feathers left; Released from your pain, You watch the feathers scratch the listener’s face. But eventually, The feathers float, Light up in the air, Spiral above,Continue reading “Truth”

It’s hard to know, To understand life and its patterns. It’s even harder to let go, To give in to the fact that there is a web that will hold us Even when we feel like we’re about to crash.   It’s hard to believe in this web, In its strength, In its unity andContinue reading “Web”

Claude Monet Wish you weren’t yet dead. You captured The colours of nature’s Poetry, The light playing up a Symphony. Own the present You did, On your canvas With paint. But now you are the past, Outlived, Without you, Your paintings have Moved on.   Published on: May 7, 2011

I’m scared of heights and he’s high.   So for him I wore the stupid heels.   And for him I drank the bitter coffee.   With blisters and sore feet I went home.   High from the caffeine I spun in circles And could not fall asleep.   Later I realized There was noContinue reading “High”

A giant pencil, Drawing out With every unseen colour, Beginnings And beginnings And beginnings Of surprises And laughter. Solid, With enough strength to lean on, To bend, Without fear of splinters. A giant pencil with an equally giant eraser, Forgiving, Removing, Mistakes made, When the giant pencil stilled, And at the wrong spots, Slipped.  Continue reading “How I would paint love:”

Dropped my bag on the hard subway seat, Dropped my head on his round shoulder bone, Covered with the sweatshirt he had earlier got, His body felt soft and warm. Dropped my lids on my cheeks, Felt the subway rock me to sleep, Felt his breath deepen when I moved, When the lurch of theContinue reading “Drop”