If I were the wind, you would be the leaf, hanging unfazed on the lonely tree.
Would you still be as unrelenting as now, and leave me alone in the night?
If I were the wind, you would be the ocean tide, standing tall in the moonlight.
Would you still be as stubborn as now, and cuddle the shore by being the ebb? Continue reading →
If symbolism is where you find the ends of unresolved skirmishes in your mind hanging loose, baiting you to step into an amorphous patch, where the practical and yielding human species will shirk their shoulders and leave you alone.. then go ahead and read this story.. Here, the word ‘meal’ might mean a past relationship or a new work assignment and the word ‘cooked’ might just push sarcasm down your throat. Be my guest. Continue reading →
Soft sunlight creeps in through the high window. I rise, diminished, to a thick mist
Of stillborn dreams frothing in alkaline darkness. Crippled by an itch that won’t leave
Me, stifled by the clutter of everyday objects and every day dreams
Of You. Continue reading →
Last year was a poor one as far as book reading is concerned. A couple of PhD courses, a conclave and a mad clutter of projects made sure I couldn’t even cross the customary mark of 50. Continue reading →