On Death and Dying

14/09/2021 The one thing constant in the whole lifetime of anyone, is the terrible knowledge of fast approaching death. Death looms large on our consciousness and we spend each day cheating it, trying to find a way to stay alive, even if we don't want to. Personally, death scares me and it has a lot …

you look like me

12/09/2021 #2 your reprimanding eyes / scorch my pride when i say, i don't believe in your god. / when i tell you, i lost my faith eons ago, / when i insist i worship someone else's body now. your sentimentality almost feels like violence / the way you carve out your soul to give …

and I love too,that love soon might end, be known in its aching

10/09/2021 I've been wanting to talk about this for a while. No doubt it's difficult because I can't seem to find the right combination of words to give any meaning to the emotions I feel. In the past few years, I have undergone, perhaps, a drastic change, if that's the right word. Words soon lose …

October, 2020

Immortalise me One of my very emo poems had got published in All Guts, No Glory in Oct, 2020.

On Magical Realism and Prejudices

07/09/2021 tw- mention of rape A few days ago, I completed reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami and loved it. It was dreamlike, cats conversing with people, fishes falling from the sky, unaged soldiers from WWII, a stone which works as as entrance to a different world and a protagonist with a curse …

Celestial Bodies by Jokha Alharthi

06/09/2021 The winner of the 2019 Man Booker International Prize, this book feels like a mellow breeze laden with hurt and melancholy. It's a tale of three sisters but it says so much more, about marriage and its miseries, about love, heartbreak, identity crisis etc. I have loved every word of this book. The translation …

Ah, look at all the lonely people

05/09/2021 I exist in my mind. For months on end, I have struggled to make sense of my essence. At times, I find it nauseating how others can perceive me in their own ways, separate and alienated from my own sense of being. I, that exists in my mind, exists no where else. No one …

Satellites

04/09/2021 #1 i can sense your pulsating heart sitting across from you, on a sunny april afternoon, in a middle-class, unadorned café, neglect stabbed right across the walls- you pour gibberish on a plate from your mouth and slide it towards me and i can only watch your steady hands. as if i am not …

On Existence

03/09/2021 Life couldn't have been harder. The moment you heave a sigh and begin to reckon that everything's worked out for now, it comes tumbling down and forms a sorry mess at your feet. Something or the other is always wrong, or is it you? Is it you, who is fundamentally, unapologetically, unforgivingly wrong? This …