There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells – of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box! That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “
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Time for departure!: A poem
I think of departure with words, A brief, leaving me gasping for more! And time’s treachery leaves so much abrupt And the treachery of humanity even more so; But I think my jetliner must depart… to some place where I’m not sure I’ll end up This is a bad start…and a false start…with no finish line! But I am in a painfulContinue reading “Time for departure!: A poem “
Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem
If I could remember a land that was as warm as a cherry-tree, but not red alone, and never dead! But rainbows of every hue, cascading over mountains and streams, and valleys meant to be the receptacles of fecund civilisations. Civilisations that basked in advancement while also honouring their rusticity! The childhood laughter rang in its alleys, like those starships flying in its skies; Continue reading “Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem “
Can I not depend on anybody?: A poem
You are all subjecting me to a falsification of my values. My poor axioms and principles like an island surrounded by an antagonistic, hostile sea! Or by a maze, where I can’t seem to find the Minotaur Who will befriend me and raise my coat of arms! Is any heraldry of me, meant to be?! That you all expect me to carry theContinue reading “Can I not depend on anybody?: A poem “
I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem
If my words could hang on a clotheshorse, then, what would my poetry be? Would it be an ode to the sterile laundromat or a lyric to dirty linen? I don’t even wash my hands regularly (too often); I think it is the guilty, who indulge in that pastime! I, sometimes, feel like a beast bestowed with belligerence. You know when too much injusticeContinue reading “I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem “
Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem
Back in school – was I so brave? Even as I remember counting the strands of the universe to recollect my past lives! Is bravery acquired(?)… or does it need to be remembered, retrieved from the flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just think this world is not conditioned to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “
Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem
Someday, I may percolate like a distillation, into the substance-quotient of a remarkable chemical gravity! And then, I will know that I am not merely residual, but the entire process of transformation Itself! This endlessness of it, being my alchemy. And you can see at every end, the Phoenix rises for a new beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem “
If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem
I discovered I couldn’t bite the wind with my teeth; but I could swallow it gustily into my lungs! I discovered I became altogether ambidextrous with my penchant for nothingness! It is as if by accident you realise your abilities are more than what they seemed to even yourself; like circumstantial evidence that speaks volumes of your being, no mere brick wall, Continue reading “If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem “
You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem
You know I walked through life like a phantom in an opera revolting against their validation of me in silent reprisal! There was always that salient guerilla warfarer in me; seemingly truant, seemingly absconding from their imposing measures on me!! You know the swamps want to amplify the message to me…that I have no recourse to anything or anyone, but toContinue reading “You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem “
If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem
(Look how Albanese is pretending that he is losing…only to capitalise and bodygrab, the morphing creep!) Somebody told me that I look so arbutus arabesque in my simple visage. And, all of a sudden, I feel all that propositioning coming whistling back at me; which I don’t intend to follow. Like I feel so stable, steady, like an undulating AC/ DC current electrifyingContinue reading “If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem “
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