Saudade

You’re miles away and I want to portray that I’m finding my way alright through the day but I do go astray and begin to sway to the rhythm of over- -powering waves of longing, stretching like the limbs of a ballerina blinded by the beauty in the inevitable tragedy of  her lover’s melody. There…

Happier. Freer. Lighter.

The obligation to float elegantly somewhere between overdressed and underdressed, every time I step out of my house.. The obligation to laugh off a rude comment sent my way.. The obligation to be polite and not speak up when an acquaintance makes a homophobic joke.. The obligation to appear like I didn’t cry the previous…

A Writer’s Block? I Wouldn’t Say.

A writer’s block it isn’t. It’s low self esteem. It’s guilt ridden procrastination. It’s the comfort in inactivity. It’s a fear of not being good enough. It’s hesitation to put myself up for judgement. It’s a loss of faith in my words and abilities. It’s a desire to be better without practice. It’s a frustration…

Writer’s Block.

Or is this a woeful excuse framed to garner useless advice and heartless sympathy?

Why I Write

I write because, unlike people, blank screens and papers do not get hurt when the pain spills out.

A Conversation Between Me And My Mind

One day I’m smiling and happy- genuinely, not pretending. The next day too I am upbeat and I sing and dance and talk to people and think that I’m getting better. I feel I will see the light.  It’s crystal clear. I can see the light right there. I am tempted to quicken my pace…

Exam Tomorrow 

I don’t really vent here on my blog, but for lack of poetic inspiration…and more because of the lack of somebody (who would believe me) who I can shout all of this out to…. I had a four day gap for my examination in my favourite subject. The first day was spent on my bed,…

You Can Fall Only When You’re At A Height

Incosequential incidents seem like a push to topple me off the cliff. My mother took me for a short drive today. She had to withdraw money from the ATM. She opened the door of the car. My mother got down. At the same time, a motorbike zoomed past. My heart fell off the cliff. “MUMMAA!!”…

A Secret Desire

I love to talk about my emotions but I can’t talk about my emotions. I have always wanted to talk about how I feel. Talk about what lifts me and what pulls me down. Talk about things that I have written- why I used a specific word and what my obscure sentences hide. Talk about…

Chalk on Canvas and Stars in Daylight 

the sky is so clouded tonight, it looks like a blackboard with wishes once scribbled in chalk but now smudged away by a foul smelling rag; nothing left but chalk particles here and there which shine now, shine now like stars in the dark making a constellation  of wishes now smudged away, smudged away by…

After Innumerable Nightmares, A Soul Satisfying Dream

I was sitting next to him, on the floor- the platform between the stairs and the door that opened to the terrace. arms- wrapped around crossed legs as if such body language would cross out the feelings within.. fingers- clasping, only to unclasp again.. heart- fluttering and flapping only to remember that it had been…