capital @ 3am
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
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
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...
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
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
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
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...
