"There was a stage I wanted to be in your place, and then I didn't". We were meeting after twenty years. "Are you sure I am wherever you think I am?" "Well, that's something to ponder about. A lot passes through us in two decades, and our claim to know each other may be hollow." … Continue reading Where is There?
I walked ahead, following the bright rays streaming from the gaps between the canopies of the tall trees. I was getting tired, but something compelled me to forge ahead. My last memory had been of sitting before the fireplace, sipping brandy and finalising the seating arrangements; when I found myself alone, trekking in a forest just two days before my wedding. Where was I? How did I arrive here?
I looked at the sky. Preferring indoor activities, it was difficult for me to determine if it was dusk or dawn. I could feel the beginnings of a stress headache, which would soon accompany my aching feet and growling stomach. As though the wedding preparations spiralling out of control and essentric in-laws wasn’t enough, my meticulous schedule would be shot to hell with this ill-timed venture. Someone had to have realised I was missing and would’ve alerted the authorities…
tiny eyes twinkled in darkness of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language was alien my attire strange to their limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished … Continue reading Clowning
“I don’t know how many spirits have stopped by, or lived here in the last few years. It feels criminal to disturb their abode.” “You cannot build a new structure, without pulling this one down. See what a grand plan I have for our new home, ” he held the architect’s blueprints in his hand … Continue reading Sepia Tints
It was my first dream after coming to the city - living in the tallest building there. A passer-by who saw me gaping at the heights whispered, “You know, only one window belongs to a person. There are so many up there, and so many wanting to get there.” He did not wait to hear … Continue reading (Im)permanence
Let them enter, the eyeless murmurs Peering in as children had once done. They’re not really there behind the window: Faceless reflections, silhouettes without skin or name, occupied by a memory Refusing to leave. Let them into this night. Some may gather by our fire, a dim voice Grasping within; others will dash about, Trying to find themselves behind a vase. And then when sun approaches Touch, they will slide beneath shadows. Some will become lost elsewhere, Others will return, black shapes stretching Across glass, close to knowing.