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coke float and limericks
January 11, 2018
I woke up well before the crack of today’s dawn. An arranged pickup car with a driver arrived at my doorstep. “Vannakkam madame” “Hello sir” I didn’t bother...
incomplete work
January 9, 2018
my friend committed suicide by drinking herself to deathever feel like being shot in the chest when you are wide awake listening to pink floyd's timethis...
its seven degrees
January 5, 2018
its winters outside and what do i do do i roast a potato or warm my hands do i read a book or make tea do i drink wine or collude warm water with rum will...
a photograph, a note, a camera, a street
January 5, 2018
My phone The camera, the front view camera is back It’s almost as if I have eyesight back again After almost three full months, I got the callow front camera...
s a f e z o ne
January 5, 2018
They languor in the everyday sun in their eyesConstantly talking with their half-shut eyesThey observe, absorb but do not reportAlmost jumping lazily on...
i name her aarzoo
January 2, 2018
There’s a very cute girl right now in the metro. Right across from me. She must be around 14-15 years old. Tiny. Thin. Like a fresh tendril, a tulip flower....
new year, cheer
January 2, 2018
Lets continue not thinking.Let’s continue talking about "important" things and snoring away into the new days and nights into itLet’s carry on in the defense...
zehnaseeb
December 29, 2017
The alone of the night can maybe cup my in its palms.. Where I can feel belonged to even if it's just to the void... Tonight I don't want to sleep... Though...
despatches from an absolutely everyday-day
December 28, 2017
Page blues The furniture of sadness What does it take to deboard Where do we go With this pinch blue darkness That pure flirtation of saying each other's...
A (very) Merry (soggy) Christmas!
December 25, 2017
A dream, a tin box in the dream. A tin box that looks so beautiful and useful. A tin box, creaked at its hinges. A tin box that's rusted, but that rust only...
capital @ 3am
December 23, 2017
You can sense a silence An echo of doom from the histories Haunts the city Jauntily stroking the mansions and garden lawns Trickling down through the...
it's over
December 22, 2017
head bowed down, he makes himself a cup of coffee i don’t know what coffee, so i assume its black he wears kurtas on most days its almost as if he's heard...
what happens at 5:58am
December 20, 2017
wee hours of December 19 There was an earthquake. Right now. My bed shook violently. Actually the headboard. I heard it. For approximately one second. And...
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
December 19, 2017
I sit there staring at the never ending oblivion of people’s faces passing me by. A face, all too cute and pink in the glow of the winter sun catches my eye....
Khadakti Khidkiyan/Paanch-Peher
December 18, 2017
I The other day I was standing at the metro platform Waiting for a train A crowd of women waited in that area Hovering around Like hungry eagles Eager to...
Bombay
December 16, 2017
bombay is something elsethe skyline the filth the dirt the honkings the secret longings the wistful shared whispers hushed beneath the benches paper-cups and...
#scurf01: that night, this morning
December 14, 2017
I swipe back at the chat rooms. Empty windows, expecting conversations to pop up even half as magically as they do in my head. Conversations where someone...
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