Letting Go

all at once, without warning, everything seemed to happen. my words reach my throat, except that they are not words but a combination of breakfast and lunch begging to be let out. my mouth is sour, a lemon of a bad experience thrust upon it.

Pandemic

My fleeting days are spent Flitting From escape To escape. What is structure, Even? One tab to the next. One file to the next. Two documents at the Same time. Same time, different Resources. Same time – a finiteness That seems so limitless, running out but looking as fresh as day 1 until it is …

A Travel Story

It is midnight. Thirty minutes from now We would be as naked as we were the day We were born. Tonight we will be Born again. My hands would reach for you But – not yet. My eyes will meet yours And bridge the distance Until you cannot take it anymore And you will take …

metaphors

what is clear is being made unclear, the way a wiper does when it slides through your windshield when only a few drops of rain have fallen. the world is a blur of colors and shadows. they are kids who take your phone or whatever’s new on the market. they look at it, decide that …

Shore

it has been years since you have sailed away to bluer waters and greener pastures but I still find myself sitting at the shores where we used to talk about nothing and everything, still hoping that after all this mess you’d come back, your ship breaking the monotony of the gradient of the sea and …

exercises in repetitions

and she has gone with the night light and she has gone, the night light and she has gone, the light and she has gone, the night and she, the light has gone gone gone gone.

0K

i could never win at these games we play – i reach out to silence. nothing but cold breeze and vigorous shivers keep me company tonight.

meetings

boy meets girl girl meets boy hi hello goodbye oh see you. hi hello wanna eat? let’s be together. hi hello will you m- yes! hi goodbye what yes hi. hello. hello? hello? hello?

On Myself

I never thought that days would turn to nights And nights to days to months to years and Nothing, I think, nothing accomplished – “Is studying everything there is to life?” I ponder, Sitting on chair, I put hand to chin and wonder. Something does not seem right – Time flies, and the future is …

Sunset

wait. wait for her, they said. she will bring color to your existence. wait. they would regale me with stories of turtles and hares, friends that met each other after years, and lovers rewarded for their fortitude. I would smile, wondering whether my dark eyes betrayed me – can anyone see through this desperate facade? …