I was packing a lunch box. A day back. And the vegetable that I had cooked and was stuffing into the air-tight tiffin box was spinach.
Now we all know how volatile the nutrients in a leafy vegetable are. So I ...Read More
Emotions sometimes seem so unnecessary. The thoughts, the fears, the assumptions, the pre-suppositions, the questions which play with our thought processes and create an unnecessary noise, distract silence and keep our minds constantly busy. Not to forget the need for ‘dramatisation’ that a normal ...Read More
I feel woolly in the head, often. It’s a light, airy feeling, of a benevolent happy detachment, if pushed to analyse. Those are silent, reflective moments I break free in, to float away from the immediate so I can observe ...Read More
You have a fancy job. You have cool friends. You have a family that visits occasionally and you therefore feel you are in touch with them. You also have a vehicle to get around the city, you have a pay cheque ...Read More
That love you are
Looking for,
Perfect and glorious,
A man, a woman
To justify your existence,
Isn't coming, and if they do,
There is no guarantee
That they will remain
Who they are now,
Perfect and glorious
After they meet you.
It's not saying anything
At all
About who you are.
But love ...Read More
Your tears have dried up
Against your cheeks,
Leaving crusted-over, salty pathways,
Like oceans gone dry
And you have cried well into the night
For a now that no longer exists Now.
The lines fall out of your palms,
Now,
As you fly into this perfect moment,
Did you ...Read More
There are several noises in her head. Years ago, they used to disturb her. The sound of mankind in turmoil. The painful grunts of voices that were never sure. The panting arguments of minds that had heard themselves over and ...Read More
Sorrow can be solid; you can feel it thumping, knocking the air out of your lungs, rendering you incapable of drawing breath, air inches away but so still, you cannot suck it in.
A thousand thoughts rush through your brain and ...Read More
A-walking, a-humming,
The road stretches on,
Your twenty-dollar bill,
Crumbling in your fingers,
Whistling a concerto,
You heard long ago,
Playing in a dream,
Or playing in your head,
How does it matter
When you won't ever be dead?
Down to your last penny,
And you throw it away
On a man ...Read More
One of the most important lessons I learnt in life happened when I was least expecting it to spring itself upon me.
I sat as part of a large audience, listening to the speaker, who was a charming young man, and ...Read More
I did not want to write about Whitney Houston's death because like Amy Winehouse, she too as been turned into a cautionary tale about the failure to deal with success, wealth, adulation and fulfilled dreams. When a glistening firefly crashes ...Read More
