are the poor happy?

The questions I ask myself Thoughts pass through mind like clouds through the sky, some murky, heavy and substantial, others light, bright and fleeting. While reading a book, watching a movie, or may be even while engrossed in the random eddies of life, we find ourselves wondering. Questions arise in us, that we try to […]

Permeable

He must not think about it. It is a cold night with a clear sky. The chill of an unexpected rain is still in the air. The lamps on the side of the path are bright. He definitely has no reason to think about it. He is perfectly safe; he just shouldn’t think about it. […]

Naked

Does the light shining off my bronzen body hurt your eyes?Or does it arrest your mind and pierce your soul?Does it leave you naked, your desire of my flesh?Or does the blooming of my flower smell repugnant to you? Know that the stench of my sweat is the stench of your own.And of the tears […]

Gabi: A character sketch

Gabi is alone in the house. In the two-bedroom apartment where she lives with her parents, grandparents, and two brothers, she seldom has time for herself, rarely does she have the house to herself. But today a coincidental series of events has left her alone in the house. Alone with a mountain of dishes that […]

Gods Amongst Men

“And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth.” ― Galadriel in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Separating fiction from fact in Indian mythology is a complicated and usually an incorrigible affair. When it comes to our anthropomorphized gods, our love overflows […]

My coat

My body weighs heavy on me,like a damp, thick coat.I carry it around without drying it off. Long roads and misty mornings make it heavier.Sometimes it rains, that cleans my coat,but it does not make my coat any less heavy.There are twigs in it, and mud, and dust,A past absorbed in skin and fur.The pockets […]

Friday Night

Her Evening It is past seven as she leaves her office with a laptop backpack, a handbag and a tiffin satchel. She exits the building where a cab is already waiting for her. As she settles in the back seat, the driver rushes on. No words are exchanged between them. For her the driver could […]

On the way home

Mohan’s face, squashed against the glass window of an old and dusty Tata Indica was distorted beyond its natural proportions. His cheek, usually dark and cratered like the surface of the moon, had lost all its contours and now was as flat as the glass it rested on. Only the oblivion brought by sleep could […]

खामोशी

इस शोर गुल से दूर, इक मौत की तलाश है, जो खामोशी दे सके। उभरती हुई आवाज़ों को सन्नाटे की तलाश है, जो खामोशी दे सके। बेहया कान बस बेअदब जीभ के यार हो सकते है, इक उम्र से बेहरी पीढ़ी को धमाकों की तलाश है, जो खामोशी दे सके।

Does crying prevent suicides ?

I can kill myself easily, lazily, Or perhaps I think I can, And when it came to actually doing it, I would chicken out. I can look into your eyes, calm and serene, And tell you that I can kill myself. Or I could laugh while telling you, Or pick my nose and scratch my […]