Satire?

Why is everybody so concerned with moral policing, lately? Why does it matter if people get lynched for what they eat (or, suspected of eating)? Does it really matter what the media says? Why do you need to bring to light what mainstream media doesn’t? Do women have any right(s) over their own body (or…

Produce

The dying breath of a cold wind Painted by the artist, on a long Summer day. It wasn’t right. Where was the grey, And a tinge of white, in the curls of air? It didn’t sell, Obviously. Repeat. Painted on a humid evening, This time, the cold was An evidence of the detailed snow. No buyer, Yet….

Get-Well Gift

In the dim light In the cold rain While the lovers rested When the city was in pain The child wanted flowers to Gift her sick father She bought it for a few rupees A get-well gift like no other.

Backwards?

New names and faces  greeted me daily I registered some, and forgot the rest I was young then. When they asked me if I remembered I looked straight at them and lied. They didn’t mind it They didn’t mind me They didn’t mind the lie, because They too, had lied to others But they didn’t…

The Blue Slipper

When the train reached its destination, a small blue slipper got knocked out and on to the platform. Buried under the footsteps of refugees and bodies that were rolling over, the blue slipper got kicked off the platform, and fell on to the rail tracks. Within a couple of months, the tracks had turned into a site…

Confessions – 2

I feel pretty stupid about titling this blog with a number. WordPress wouldn’t allow me to title another work (sounding very pricey, aren’t I?) / article (but this is far too close to my heart to be labelled so clinically) / confession (finally!) with the same name because I’ve already posted a confession, titled ‘Confession’…

The Idol

[ Trigger Warning : Reality ] Her clothes showed skin They masked her skin with contempt In poor taste Provocative, they said. Her clothes showed no skin They laughed at her with scorn Out of fashion Outdated, they said. They hummed and sang judgements all year round. When it was time to celebrate festivals, They…

(Un)Frenzying the Mind

You worry too much, my friend Why compare yourself to the best of men? You need not settle on a single one You are a legion of goodness in the oyster of humanity You need not worry about the hidden souls The returns you’d get from the unkind ‘best’ would be of contempt and pity….

The Curious Guest

What is your name? Why are you here? Where are you going? Who is it that you so fear? How do you dare, so often, to lie? Are you afraid of being surrounded by spies? So, don’t you worry – nobody is out to get you, Generic black-coated men, wearing uncomfortable shoes. *pause* If you allow…

Confessions

When I wrote morbid content for the first time, I was prohibited from watching my favourite television shows and movies. My favourite books (mostly works by Poe, Lovecraft, and Christie) were put it the loft and my father, who himself is an avid reader of uncountable genres, swiped my external hard disk clean to ensure…

Schadenfreude

Walking in the park, I see A ball hit a bully I stifle a chuckle I see a friend break confidence And reveal secrets of others I assert, sitting on my high horse, How childish it is to trust anyone at all I read in the freshest news how A man who tried to turn his black…

With a Huff and a Puff, I’ll Blow Your House Down

We have all known about the dangers of smoking for a long time – it will be a reckless lie to say otherwise. And we can all list the numerous adverse effects on health of smokers and those who surround them; the repetitive audio-file played at the beginning of most movies at the cinemas, such as –…