He read a poem and she fell in love with herself just like the words promised. She sat and feasted on food on words and smiled at the stranger she met A Sunday brunch after a philosophy class in the company of a poet’s last work. I was introduced to the poem Love after Love… Read More
A letter found its way to me today It travelled many miles carrying tea for two and notes of ache and love The writer’s touch met the reader’s touch over paper Light. Love. Life.
and so she sways and sashays kindling on her head Behind her a sister shouts “wait for me” but she walks on a song on her lips and dance on her mind thinking of Raju who helped her split wood Oh how she wished to have him all alone but that would never be So… Read More
The stragglers are left Drunk in the winter sun Buzzing here and there in frantic dance Their tribe has gone Disappeared someplace Where do they go anyway Once the season is done Another time another place They were a sea of glittering wings and happy dance Now they’re old dragonflies In the last throes And… Read More
she grows tall even as her roots move deep under ground the forest floor rises up to wrap itself around her climbing vines hold her green fingers strong and tender embracing age they’ll grow luminous an olden love
A Tuesday morning spent in the company of an old shoe box with even older letters and cards. This was written on a folded piece of paper by a friend who is a star herself. She was one of my early correspondents as I discovered how fragile and difficult adulting can be. Back then, the… Read More
An old saree picture and a scribble for a Saturday Shakin Stevens is crooning because I love you, it must be from the house with the boy. It’s the radio playing, nice. I should play the radio too. Unbreak my heart now and Toni Braxton sounds soulful and sensual all at once. I slip out… Read More
I’ve had many blogs over many years, always zealously private until something started to loosen up. Perhaps it was a sense of growing older and figuring out all of us had the same loves and losses. We guard our secrets from friends and family but let them tumble in front of strangers. Some of my… Read More