you are a dream made of ashes and every time i hold you my fingers are hidden under the smoke of the darkness shrouding your body and so i stand at a distance gaping at you with my lungs holding more agony than air. the sky doesn’t colour itself anymore it knows better than to […]
If I weren’t from Bombay, I’d probably call it Mumbai. I’d probably hold more value for every time I smelled the colours of the sea. I’d never know how it is to walk out of my house to find all seven colours of the rainbow- and the pot of gold at the end of it. […]
Always switch the lights off when you leave the room. What would they say about me I wonder? Long gone the happy one The lucky one The pretty one The last few years I was the sad one The moody one The crazy one Long gone, everyone. Would did say the good or the bad? […]
You pick me up from crowd and put me on A tree of memories haunted by you. I wriggle like a tiny squirrel on Its branches. Familiar faces, places too, Appear like apparitions becoming Solid wood (adding a layer each year – four To be precise) and leaves as well – quivering. You disappear into […]
A dash of vinegar, a touch of olive and proven spices rent the air, walking, past Park Street, is where you feel a touch of the British hangover as if, the city desperately wants to hang on to its colonial cousin.