This was his desk from where he texted customers every evening. “Have dirty linen to wash? You can trust us to maintain complete secrecy.” It was a marketing technique that worked reasonably well for him. Customers smiled as they handed over their laundry. One afternoon, a well-manicured hand filled the empty cup with coffee. He … Continue reading Dirty Linen
hooked by uncertaintyshe is hot, she's spicyeyes shut- just taste, don't see-she shocks, she numbs bright red naga chillycompels cooks to sweetenfor palates unbeaten-balanced dishes Chosen form is Abhanga The Abhanga is: stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas). syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End … Continue reading Naga Chilly
pepper it with a pinch of salt, a bit more, too much for comfort, a bit less, too little for taste, how am i to know, a constant refrain, you better do, like dagger’s pointed at you!
Poetry form :- Gogyohka (“Gogyohka usually contains five lines, but could have four or six lines. It’s up to the poet. Each line should comprise one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath. Gogyohka has no restraints on the number of words or syllables used”. From Colleen’s Poetry Cheat Sheet)
Note :- The above poem may seem like a cookery lesson, but it isn’t so. Often we end up saying too much or too little, without any care of how the other person’s feelings. And our escape route would be, “How am I to know?”, but that isn’t always so.
I find potential to be a scary word. It comes shackled with doubt on my capability to assess. What if my estimate is incorrect, especially when there’s no historical data to be extrapolated? Mezza Luna laughs soundlessly. She carries a history behind her, but holds out no promise for the future. She doesn’t like being … Continue reading Mezza Luna
If a brain can spin, it happens inside these tiny heads. If I had a device to scan the insides of a skull, it would show two different colours on the left and right sides, with the capacity to interchange between left and right, and between the siblings. I’ve never seen any kid carve out … Continue reading Spinning brains
I’m sure an alien passed me by, not once but many times. Everybody on a different wavelength of thought is an alien, looking for that split second when minds meet. I feel like an alien within myself, as strange impulses catch me unaware. Do they all look red or green, just because my colour is … Continue reading Aliens
I gauged midnight by the intensity of starlight and journey of the moon. Then, life happened and I counted miseries, awaiting dawn. Stars can sense the sun waiting on the other side. I wonder why others count the number of years I’ve lived on earth, when I carry the essence of time inside me. I … Continue reading Elevate