I see snow changing colour from pristine white to pale yellow. Deep inside the frost, it senses the exit door. It feels good to flow with the river, but it will still stop before mingling in the ocean. It will turn back and trace its journey before it becomes the ocean. The reflection of the … Continue reading Snow Moon
My Facebook post is cryptic – “The air feels heavy as if weighed down by conspiracy.” Many people comment saying it is the smog outside. I wonder if they failed to read the metaphor, or if they are in collusion with the conspirators. I feel unsafe and lonely in the prevailing scenario. One never knows … Continue reading Pollution
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
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
Halloween is just a week away. The yellow fall foliage crackling beneath my feet wants to know about my costume. Am I going to wear my younger self or my older one to scare others? The cold nights will soon begin leading to highly misty mornings. The follies of youth have long given way to … Continue reading Autumnal Fear
I’ll mark the time of sunrise and sunset to see if day and night are equal. It appears to be such a myth, placed on this side of the equinox. The Chinese Yin-Yang fascinates me. It depicts a perfect equilibrium which is not easily found in nature or real life. Invisible forces in the same … Continue reading Equinox
The Moon is a hot topic of discussion and not so blue. There’s a sense of jubilation all around, as Vikram and Rover send messages from the moon. The craters are like potholes on the road. Oxygen accompanies them in their search for hydrogen. And that sulphurous smell … Moonlight drips from blaring television screens, … Continue reading Indian Moon
The sky is a deep shade of purple, but blue moons remind me of blue blood – humans believed to be extraordinary in some way, by themselves or others. a named privilegefor a moon on its orbitgift of rare vision Can you smell my blood on your hands, the red bleeding its way to the … Continue reading What’s so blue about the Moon?
It’s time to review a decade. All that is valued is packed away in boxes. Whatever is discarded speaks volumes about wrong decisions, wasteful expenditure, whims and fancies and phases of life relegated bins. I think about memories I’d like to take, and numbers I will delete. My relationships stare back at me, demanding answers … Continue reading Forward and backward
I walk fast on a path I don’t want to be on, but time moves slow. I know a certain distance is to be covered, till I reach somewhere … somewhere I want to be, or somewhere different from this place. I can accelerate movement with a faster vehicle, or taking a shortcut. I’ve reached … Continue reading Hostage
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