Healed not Mended

Many things remain between the truth and the lies we liveJust like the cut that goes through the heartThe cut that can't be mended. Healed yes... but not mended.As it will remain.The waves of the sea heal, the mist of the mountain heals,A long conversation with a friend heals But nothing can mend. For the...

Choose Well

Choices ... How does one define the right choices? The things of course, can be chosen based on colour, shape, size blah blah. But the choices that define us, the choices that can make or break the life path we follow... How do we define the right choice? In a lifespan over forty years the...

Yesterday’s Moon – 2

Walking barefoot on the grass, she feels the dew on her cheeks. She reads his coldness a thousand times. Hiding tears in the night, the moon watches her plight.He takes the ice in his malt and gulps it down to the heart. Frozen... it feels, ready to tear her apart. His hands shiver, as he...

Confessions

May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Love was not the word we useLove brought out our insecuritiesYou know how it feels when my head rests on your shoulderI know how it feels when you hold me nearerAnd that was enough May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Together...

UnPeopling

Friendship Day some twenty years back. Pa got me this dress during our trip to Goa in February 2002. Mom objected, but she objected to everything in her attempt to keep me down to earth. I think she succeeded some bit in the long run. But back then her success ratio was negligible. I would...

Seeking My Inner Buddha

In that moment of icy despair, when the soul lay bare The mind was enthralled as the illusive veil before the eyes was torn away. The veil had condemned and ostracized, all that was a part of my being And I was looking westward always waiting for the sun to set and let a new...

But It Is Just A Night!

Death lingers in the air. Every second phone call is heart crunching. Sometimes I feel may be this is Kal Yug, the actual time for death and devastation. And the cause had to be man! Sometimes I feel it is nature doing its balancing act but then when I see the good people actually losing...

The Songs That Linger

Rust stains the iron trunk cover that once adorned embroidered cherry blossoms hanging from each corner. The faint lavender fragrance that once lingered in the air is now lost to the moldy smell that hangs around like the dead. The four poster bed no longer creaks like the old woman who once rested on its...

Meera, Not Radha (Narcissist’s Lover)

It lingers... The words may be silent but the music, the rhythm and the shiver lingers with your song. Our song, you had said. I whispered the words into your ears and you created sheer poetry out of those stupid lines I mumbled. “Shayari... Ahem!” I laughed. “Ghazal,” you said. “That is what you are...

2020 – The Undoing

This is not a review of the currently trending series on Hotstar. My capacity to write reviews is limited and I do not intend to tread that path. This is about 2020 - The Year of the Undoing! 2020 undid a lot of things. It has shaken us, unraveled us, surprised us and to an...