Pessimism – Part 1

the cat languishingunder the treearouses envythe birds flying overheadtweet calls for freedomthe sun sneersthreatening to withdrawunappreciated, unutilisedgenerosity it is no mean featto stay enveloped in darknessblame the world for your plightturn off all sources of lightwallow in self-pitydenigrate cheerhold what’s dearso tightthat they startfighting for their right it was not a sunny daywhen you arrived-gloom … Continue reading Pessimism – Part 1

Connectors

A breakfast of Aloo Tikki and Halwa feels heavy after the festivities, but the New Year also needed a traditional start. I brood on the pulls between the past and future that we often experience. This morning is no different. I try to recall my thoughts on the first of January through the decades spent … Continue reading Connectors

Tomorrow morning

Don’t wake upby aerosonic boomsor imagine bombingsomewhere therebad weather causessnowing on television screensworld news not interrupted Tomorrow morningsnow people into believingit was a bad dreamWar happensonly when a victorycan fetch votesnot otherwise Quadrille #191 at dVerse

The Auditorium

The darkest nights redefine our relationship with light. The coldest months rebuild longing for warmth. I looked forward to the concert with great enthusiasm, and my companions were what I called my comfort zone. Dressed to the hilt, we took our seats in the auditorium. As someone tested the mic, we looked around for elements … Continue reading The Auditorium

A Cherita

she swears aggression when she just asserts, she is blamedfor being aggressive a rose by any name smells as sweetonly if you dissolve your identityunderplay other aspects putrid patriarchynormalizes mental abusefragrance struggles to make itself felt condescending approachnot forgiven; not forgotten she swears revenge MTB: Cherishing the Cherita

Virality

capturing a mindset on pagescelebrating or denigrating itleaving it open with questionstakes a piece of the writer with it a sketch takes perspectivesof the artist -yetviralityis a clickon transient screenslike shapeless splashes of inkon time Quadrille #190

I to Me

Dear MeWish we could connectdecades agoacross timeI’d have let you in onthings you did not know,helped you reach better decisions.So that I, today….Could have lived in peace Poetics - for the love of letters

Freedom

When a memory looms larger than the person or incident, it is time to identify the parts within you that hurt. The cure lies within me, when I expend energy in apportioning blame. I thank fate for the comfort and softness of the quilt as thoughts of cold enmity freeze my brain. Will I, can … Continue reading Freedom

Pomegranate Kofta

mash potatoes, mix bread and cheesespice it up, stuff pomegranate seedsshape a cutlet on an oiled palmroll it in breadcrumbsconsign it to hellof smoking hot oil watch the golden orbemerge from hellbe dunked in gravyonion, cashew, spiceand all flavours nicelaced with manna from heavenpomegranate juice it takes its place on the tablebecomes the hostess’s prideit’s … Continue reading Pomegranate Kofta