Category Archives: Foodie Aside.

Shades of gray

I created memories from thin air, Breathing deeply while you were near, And hid them inside me, Whispy popcorn balls of smell and touch. When I later tried To hold them in my hands, The memories erupted Into dreams and … Continue reading

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Viola

Viola stood on the hilltop, dwarfed amidst the cedars and pines; yet rising up straight and strong, delicately carved in cream and grey stone. Her lips are set in a gentle smile and her misty eyes radiate goodness, and they … Continue reading

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Perfect Water

I was perfect water- Stayed in the vessel And reflected the lights Making them look magnificent. I was perfect water- Stayed in the vessel, Neither dripping nor flowing, Never going anywhere. I was perfect water- Until a drop of rain … Continue reading

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Keeping it simple

Let’s talk – Of the “situation” in Kashmir, Of atrocities in Syria, Of disillusionment in Manipur, Of naxals and stone pelters, Of the army and the police, Of protestors and activists, Of media, of politicians, Of truths, half truths and … Continue reading

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Falling apart

it was the hour before dawn; the mountain seemed high, i took your hand, and you squeezed mine. we climbed along slowly, watching the views as the first light came in, talking of what we saw and alternative realities. we … Continue reading

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Inaccessible

i search for something to communicate with you – words, a picture, a video, an article i share on social media. and every night I give up; the thought hidden in the knots of my neurons refuses to be formed … Continue reading

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Puppet

there is a thread that takes me back a hundred years, to the dreams of people who cannot see anymore. there is a thread that pulls me forward a hundred years, to the dreams of people who don’t have eyes … Continue reading

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