It can neither be confirmed nor denied at this point — the writer would like to maintain an air of unsettling uncertainty that the mere thought of death is often a harbinger of for many. …
Unblock: Writer’s Club-ing
A late post on my first piece on the theme ‘You in Youth: a glass half full’ as a part of Sutradhar India‘s Writer’s Club – a safe space initiative for writers to grow, evolve, and create magic together.
My New Tomorrow
will have hugs that are warmer than the sun
and tighter than your skinniest jeans,
smiles will be broader and reflected
from the fathomless depths of the soul through the eyes first,
and then contagiously onto another face
and kindness will ooze through every pore…
Consider this a ‘how-to’ on surviving social distancing in the wake of COVID-19
Now we’re all struggling to maintain our wits through the tectonic shock of the Corona pandemic. ‘Social distancing’ and staying indoors is paramount. To talk of the impact and panic surrounding the outbreak is repetitive — there’s…
I am blood and bone of a people
who found themselves Stateless
and fled across a border
that didn’t exist a night before
(over seven decades ago).
I descent from immigrant forefathers
who sought refuge in a land,
where a fair chance of free life was promised to all. …
I don’t remember when it all began, but vividly remember the sense of discomfort that gradually crept in with every recurrence. I decided to capture it in pictures. It continues. Join me on the ride.
And so it begins.
I am a suburban, city girl in…
Figments of memories
Scathe and burn
On thinking of what was
Once upon a dream.
Lest ye forgot
Of what was,
and what could have been –
Remember the possibilities
The loving frivolities
Alas, a chance to redeem tossed by the sea.
You choose to be
A saint with a sinner’s heart
A devious mind –
Passive and obscure,
Serene in your indifference.
Neither assertive nor audacious
To take on what is willingly yours.
All in all leave one behind in bitterness,
Even by mere utterance
Harrowed by thee name.
Buried deep within the abyss
dormant until it’s time,
a quake awakens ferocity –
and so begins its climb.
Vengefully gripping every bit as it goes,
watch it as it ascends, creating waves to summon your demon.
Awakened at last, a sinister smile.
Ready to blind by capacity – the…