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a summer wishlist
Premium post · April 4, 2018
langourdandelion on the roadsideshades from the suni wish i could eat waterwater melonsmusk melonswater melon juicewater melon popsicleswater melon cubescut...
birdy
Premium post · April 4, 2018
always hungry fro conversationthe lady sits with a smile on her lipsa glint of joy in her eyesthe lips never pursed, the joy seldom cursedconstant...
day knot
Premium post · April 2, 2018
a white pigeon fluttering alonethe April sunny summer hovering on its feathersit breaks the way around,mucking in the tree branches,looking for a trace, a...
nostalghia
Premium post · March 26, 2018
a colleague smells of the perfume you had gifted meyou had given me three bottles of thosetransparent bottles with a hint of violet in the liquidthey smelled...
curls
Premium post · March 15, 2018
the peacocks cry at this hour outside, i am reminded of a noon dreama noon dream in which a boy took umbrage in his lover's absence and shared himself with...
on watching The Lunchbox 🔁
Premium post · March 4, 2018
and The Lunchbox watching me as I'm quietly mesmerized, even seduced, by it each time
`slow `ephemeral `burn
Premium post · February 21, 2018
memory is such a fickle twit. i go back to the time when i had sat with my uncles and aunts on a platform at the charbagh railway station and waited for god...
madubala ~k a L
Premium post · February 13, 2018
a child born to a family shorn of its love. a child born in february to a mother who was not prepared to birth her. a child whose mother's middle name is...
tincture 💫✨
Premium post · February 4, 2018
[05:51, 1/30/2018] +91 0: “Detachment,” writes May Sarton, “must be cultivated against the longing to be perfectly open and receptive.”[06:33, 1/30/2018] +91...
rem
Premium post · February 3, 2018
In this context, here's a dream from the night I read the critical commentary, note the "commentary" and not the text, of Dario Fo's play, Accidental Death...
busybazar
Premium post · January 30, 2018
A banjaran sits in one corner of the bazar with her three children. Her head half covered with her pallu, she darts looks at everyone who passes by her....
a twig in the hair
Premium post · January 27, 2018
they say "you're going home, are you excited?" i smile, nod, even utter a word here and there. but my mind, unable to comprehend the bizzareness of this...
tulsi
Premium post · January 24, 2018
". I want to be left alone to my devices. I want to stare at the moths that come and go through the door. I want to put my legs against the wall and scratch...
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Premium post · January 23, 2018
A room, another seasonA house, another countryA city, my ambitionThat city, your home
solitaire seventies sane-love
Premium post · January 21, 2018
this small poemthat i write here sitting from office in Delhi, reading these words rising out like embers from a near-dead firewhat do i say to you,i a...
the solitary weeper
Premium post · January 16, 2018
ruefully mulling over the loss of some clog that morning in the corner keeping to itself, the flow continues collecting shadows and reflections a bird...
2009, kashyap and ors.
Premium post · January 13, 2018
I remember watching Dev.D in Wave cinemas Lucknow exactly five days after I'd turned 18. It was a good movie month/couple of months. On my birthday I had...
coke float and limericks
Premium post · 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
Premium post · 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
Premium post · 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...
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