“In my mom’s house, the dining table did not groan with food when there were guests. We served the same simple meal that we eat every day.” This was an eye-opener about how deeply food is entrenched in our culture and actions. Given a chance, everybody in the family complained about her limited culinary skills … Continue reading Is it a fish or a culture?
Women pride themselves on being more intuitive than men. Then I read somewhere that they actually have strong lateral vision. It helps them capture expressions before people can resume ‘on guard’ looks. I sustain my innermost core on books and art. What would I do without vision? How will it affect my relationship with the … Continue reading Sensory
The past stares backlike a portraitfrozen on outdated canvasdisconnected with the rhythm of timeand all the waves that consumed uslike tsunamisimposing changecompelling us to refreshand grow the portrait lies faded on the shorewith peeling paintdysmorphed elegancewishing to be submergedin oceanic depthsand letting ships of changefloat over it The canvasburdened with obsolescenceawaits dismantling of threadsto weave … Continue reading Relevance
I sleep under cloudsthose oppressive momentsreturn in different shapesdifferent stories withthe same charactersand labyrinthine trapsI can’tescape Each path returnsto the same spotwhere cruelty smirksThe alarm rings-releases mefrom the darknessof my subconscious-to face the dawnto place my lifein fertile soilto blossomafresh Poetics - Dream Interpretations
There’s a life out thereIt calls me at nightBut there’s no lightThe bars block my flight They let in the fragranceof worlds that sing and danceBeneath the sky and starsDream of Moon and Mars I’m there to celebrate freedomshackled feet left behindspirits soar, fly and swimMermaids whisper in my mind oceans open their armsmountains echo … Continue reading Uncaged
Someone pushed me from the deck,and the world tiltedair fled my lungs,the bridge behind me crumbled into dust,and the ship sailed onas if I had never stood upon it. In the hush beneath the surface,a force gathered itself from currents,slowly taking form.On the far bank, it rose a silhouette I knew before I sawIt is … Continue reading Back and Forth
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
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)
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 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…
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