Category Archives: Poetry

Autumn

one day you find yourself in the middle of The Forest; how you slipped in here when the entrance was open you don’t remember; but that’s what limbo does to you. the networks of leaves carry the vestiges of your … Continue reading

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Forest Fires

there are days when you wish you could become empty. you wish you could be drained off everything that everyone hears when they speak to you – the copious stories they call thought coiled into each other born from your … Continue reading

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Untitled

and just like that as if they were the light of a lamp that had just been turned on, the tears start to pour unearthing with them every secret plan, dream, love, disappointment and desire that now finding itself revealed … Continue reading

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For the one who came through me

You have turned but eight and already the labels have started – talented, friendly, disruptive, naughty – and be sure, there shall be more. From those who love you and those who don’t care; from friends and acquaintances and sometimes, … Continue reading

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Wishes

for all who lay around me withered, and lost to those who once knew who they were, and now barely remember for all the moments captured in the roots of trees hidden, and growing away below thick trunks, that have … Continue reading

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Ashes to ashes

One of these days I will crumble – like the end of a cigarette  on fire, in the middle of your lips  does – when you inhale, glowing brightly  one last time before I distingerate at your feet – a … Continue reading

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Anemoia

Inspired by ideas in “Kafka on the shore” and “A hundred years of solitude”. during the monsoons when it rains as if you only have to wait long enough and everything would end – life, love, pain, fear – time … Continue reading

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