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Dimensions I recall the traffic snarl that day, The one in which we were caught. The AC in the car read 22 As my symbol of freedom, I bought. The flag-pole was smaller than my palm, A 4-inch aluminium stick, The tricolour a perfect 3:2, A ₹10 drawn out quick! The AC switched off felt…

Fragments of Forgotten Memory As they say, “If you don’t continue to remember someone for one month straight, you forget them” Like a lost ship in a storm, I rush. To the lighthouse, they give. Like a fly newborn, I rush. To the fire, they feed. Like a drowning ship, I weigh. Dreaming of the…

Nothing would matter… If I didn’t write anymore It would not matter Nothing that does not happen, matters Just like people who are not there Don’t matter Like their presence itself weighed down And everything suddenly feels Lighter and less burdened Like raindrops in the air No matter how natural they seem They are but…

Then why? I belong to this side of the city, I call it my own. I am a memory to the other side, But to me it is not unknown. Why stands this precipice? Between the two The river flows, Tearing the soil apart into two. If so, then why does a bud blossom on…

 The Downpour The renditions of the rain , Through poetry pieces , Through musical notes, Did that little miracle , At the lowest ebb Where she stood . Her steps …she could not retrace. She was lost in the murky blur. He ( believed as her mortal master) had created. Which caught her unawares Threatening…

Black Bird Now I take retreating steps, As I watch the sky Filled with the aroma of freedom, Cherished but unfound. Death brings me closer to the clouds, As I am freed from the age-old hue and cry. As I was alive, I had a wish to fly. But I was caught between two tight…

I Burn Yes, I burn, I burn like the red hot tungsten bulb that glowed in your dingy dark corner churning acid. Tongues shouting mindless blows, blazing my cells to break free from the shackles of shame. But I always wished to burn like your sun which leaps in a frenzied halo, every time clouds…

Anxiety and Escitalopram Let me make a plan of it, Whether or not to utilise the time Before it starts off again, The sudden feat of descension Into the abyss of numbness. Let us make a plan of it, Whether to rewind the reel of time, And retrieve the joy of new-found life. Let me…

The Colours of Rain Rain is blue in the dreamless city, Falling like drops of self-loathing and pity. Shapeless faces look blue and pale- As the drizzle hangs like a nameless veil Hiding all that is lively and pretty. The colour of city rain is green, Like the dusty leaves regaining their sheen. Leaves of…

The Keepers of Winter Has it always been cold? Or it’s just me being prone to shiver! I know the warmth fluctuates here, And gusts of wind shift multitudes… As leaves turn yellow, they shed them. As new lateral buds protrude From dead leprous barks, They prune back their length to a former shape, bonsai…