I watch as the steady rain, falls softly. The air inside this place, sticks to my skin, more than I am comfortable. What is this barb in my heart that twists itself a little deeper on days like this? Is it the memory of me as a child, in a different house, watching orange lightening flash across the sky, while thunder made the … Continue reading REFLECTIONS ON A RAINY DAY
Years ago, when I would still be considered a child, my memories remind me of an old face. But this face had no wrinkles, years old and very familiar, it was set flat, white and only had three lines across its face. Every evening a man whose visage was crinkled with wrinkles and probably the same age as my old friend brought with him a … Continue reading THE THOUGHTS THAT WIND THE CLOCK
“What do you really want?”, they asked her. She said, “nothing”. Her heart screamed that it wanted to be loved, her head said that was impossible. Her heart whispered “see me”, her head showed her, no one could. Her heart dreamt about happiness, her head mocked her with the opposite truth. Her heart raced to make a difference, her head told her she was not … Continue reading SHE SAID, “NOTHING”.
The 6 o clock bus from university was crowded. Friday night meant the beginning of the weekend. It was mandatory for most to start it drenched with the hard stuff at the multitude of pubs at the city centre. English rain was making its presence felt. The glass was completely smoked over. A humid warmth enveloped the riders. I found a seat on the upper … Continue reading BON CHANCE
The air trapped between the creases on the corner of your eyes when you smile, I never want it to escape. Whenever it happens, time stops and takes a really long breath, Fills her lungs from whichever hemisphere is in the depth of spring And sings a song so sweet, so deep, so mesmerized with uplifting joy, That I could cry and laugh all at the … Continue reading TRAPPING AIR
Bluebell! I found you today hiding in the shade. I would have walked on by, but for your brilliant colour. Why have you bloomed so shyly? I have travelled far to catch one glimpse of you, one glimpse, of a flower that I only knew till now, in the fairy tales I read before bedtime, when my hands and feet were much smaller. You are … Continue reading BLUEBELL
I know why I miss you. I wish I did not know. I wish, That like almost everything about my life, Even that, would have remained ambiguous. The clarity wounds me. Like the clarity, of the moment When, I knew, You never missed me at all. Continue reading I KNOW WHY
In my search for wisdom, I have learnt two things. The first, that I am not wise and the second that wisdom can be found in the most unlikely of places and moments. Maybe this is what a banyan tree learns when it finds itself uprooted by a storm. Spending its life fabled for its strength and proliferation, it finds wisdom lying oblique amongst its … Continue reading IN MY SEARCH FOR WISDOM