I wear flowers in the buttonholethey wither away leaving a fragranceto work as an appliqueto conceal un-darned, damaged fabricof my once celebrated existence I wear smiles to ease interactionsbut the bobbin that held me togetherseems to be running out of threadfresh supplies have dried upin absence of meaningful contacts I will accept my place in … Continue reading Outrun
Anna felt like a free person, walking barefoot on the sand. The waves washed her feet and the footprints she left behind in time. Then, suddenly, a high tide of memories would encapsulate her in the existence she left behind. She had lived in terror. She feared that at any moment someone would yell at … Continue reading Pulled Back
Neither man nor beast,by day or by night,no weapon nor bombcould end his reign. A wish fulfilledgranted by an anti-god,penance twisted, purpose obscene,insanity made divine. The monster lived with no fear of Death. Then from a stone pillar emerged a creature:half-man, half-beast, at twilight’s edge.Claws like razors,sharp enough to strip life from sin itself. And … Continue reading Narasimha (Man-Lion)
zero is where I find myselfat the beginning of every venturebut life takes different turnsand gets labelled with numbersit throws me back with impunityround is the only way to go jump through the looplest you remain rotating inside Quadrille #237
I will be out somewhere therewhen power pounces on the vulnerablemy angry soul will lay barevolcanoes uncountableDeath barriers are not insurmountable MTB at dVerse
Numbers measure my days,the clock ticks, calendars get spentthe steps I count to the market.They help me make sense of life,each digit a rung on the laddertoward meaning. Yet infinity waits,a horizon I cannot touch,a silence beyond calculation. So I compare, because comparison is comfort:my 8 against the neighbor's 6,a small victory, a proof that … Continue reading Make Sense of Life
The body loosens its grip on struggling organs, and what we call death is but a shedding of cells. The soul, lighter than starlight, drifts beyond the familiar orbit of grief. Planets hum in their silent revolutions, each a reminder that endings are only pauses in a greater rhythm. Saturn’s rings shimmer like gateways, Jupiter’s … Continue reading Somewhere There
The banyan trees lean wide, their roots whispering into sidewalks,while gulmohur petals scatter like forgotten notes of a poet’s song. In quiet cafés, pens scratch, keyboards matchvoices rise in debatewriters, painters, dreamersstitching together the city’s pulse. Once, it was a place of rest,retired afternoons, drifting in gardens,the hush of old bungalowswhere time slowed to a … Continue reading So, this is Pune…
There’s a red light at the doorfor all those who thinkthey can coax me into compliancewith their code of conduct. If you are open to exchange of viewsmoving ahead, enriched by conversationHang on there…the light will turn green Q236- Coaxing as it does
The car—at the door.Headlights breathing.Suitcase— packed,swollen with departure. Her hand—on the knob.Not turning.Not yet. Fear— unnamed,a shadow without face,presses against her ribs. She almost— steps.She almost— goes.But the pivot—fractures. The moment— slips.The car hums away,its promise dissolving into night. She stays. Rooted. Silent.Bound not by chains,but by the ghost of a choicenever made. Poetics at … Continue reading Fractured Pivot
