The Task

Moon-drop falls on the curled shoulders And a fistful of shared secrets Cooling a heart whose blood had run thin From heartaches and regrets;       Silent clouds drift overhead And birds cease chirping songs Just a noise of the ticking clock Recollecting all that had gone wrong; A warm ball of tattered love rolls out…

I Used To

I am not a teenager. You will find me in the good ranks of neither adults, nor the elderly. I am what one might refer to as – the ‘young adult’. I used to burst crackers when I was young. I still do. I used to splash coloured water on my friends and family. I still…

Forgiveness

An axe to grind, You Look for a chainsaw to fight; Your foe gets away. You cry, you sigh, and Evaluate your mistake Only to see that – Time once wasted can Never be brought back home, where, From the comfort of Your light warm blanket, You pick faults in, and fights with, The one…

Misfit.

If you, Have been looking for A home to call your own; Heaviness of perfect dreams Weighing down on The lids of your eyes while You solve daily crosswords In ink, Sipping hot coffee Feeling cocky and confident, Tucking a few hundred rupees Between the pages of Your diary; Work late nights And early mornings…

Failing Crops

A bright, sunny day The sky very blue;                        The white cottony clouds, Yellow fields They plough; Except Look closer, and You will surely see – Beyond green-leaved Strong branches A farmer hanging from the tree.

Retelling Stories (by guest-writer, Ikhofi)

To the ones looking at blades, As though they were fire exits, Doorways leading somewhere, They are not. It’s a ticket to repetition. Changing your skin colour to blood, Embracing a cage to leave another behind, I promise, There are better things, You can decorate yourself with. To the ones who think “This, Is not…

Spirit

Many many a year ago, the moon shone over a mansion where zamindars played cards and dancers’ feet twirled on the cold marble floors, night after night. Ragas would be sung, enhanced by the rhythm of the tabla, and the sharpness of the string of tanpuras would be tempered by the musician’s touch, to produce…

Shadow

Like a rabbit, she would scurry down the narrow lane. The dim light of the charred lamppost was rather unhelpful. He saw her walk the path every day. She never saw him lurking in the shadows. Day after day, night after night, he went unnoticed. Made infamous by the newspapers that described him as a…

Flight

My grandfather was a good man. He loved my grandmother, and their daughters, and the stars on a clear night sky. He had travelled on aeroplanes a couple of times. He loved to fly. And now, he can. Among the very stars he so admired on a clear night sky.

Abstract

Jelly-beans that make the sweaty palms stickier. Ulysses in the satchel. Palms are coloured by now. Toss a gummy bear in the mouth. Ulysses becomes heavier. A whistle. Another cat-caller. Not a menace. Very common. Weary feet walking fast, past the sleeping shops. A wet-wipe appears. Colour cleaned. No sticky fingers. Umbrella opens. Very hot…

The Chase

Dog-eared pages and many heavy books Turning corners, throwing attentive looks In the library, a cat-and-mouse chase Ransacking cabinets that are built like a maze Finally the one that you wanted to pick When a hand appears, and disappears with a click If only you were agile, faster, with a long hand You’d get to take the…