There are times still, in a distant retrospect which plays in a backward looping circle of endless memorial transitions between who I was and who I am dreaming to become.I faintly remember watching them laugh when I painted my first masterpiece. ‘It is too blue, as if someone whitewashed it with hurt’‘It is disfigured andContinue reading “masterpiece”
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stretched canvas
A lot rough around the edges, I know that I am too damaged to be loved. But aren’t all of us? If only love was easy, we’d never fix the damage caused. Walking around these paintings that have probably hung onto the same nail for years, seeded in me the fact that we’re all aContinue reading “stretched canvas”
And then there are days when you are missed a little more than on Sundays. So I keep a blinking light on with my eyes shut, tracing back and forth in all the places that went dark. I have loved you enough to know that there are even things that slip off our hands whenContinue reading
normality deficit
it’s only until the clock strikes two after midnight that you start feeling all lovelorn and dejected; like a sense of normality deficit occurring in your life. you want to be loved, you want to be needed, you want to be touched. you want to be wanted. and when no one ever gives you that,Continue reading “normality deficit”
collecting storm.
It is only frequently that life is sufficiently successful in gathering up a storm that not only sweeps you off your feet but also makes you lose your grip, your sense of self control and every other form of it. In times that are significantly hard for everyone, some of us have been formidably unfortunateContinue reading “collecting storm.”
Entry no: MDCCXXIX
I wake-up with eyes swelled up like that after bee stings and a stuffy nose.Tear stained.But it’s only until the alarm goes off in the morning,And I hear the whistle of the cooker.Mum is upto something again,One of aunt Della’s recipes as I recall with boiled peas and vegetables for the breakfast.Dad, a victim ofContinue reading “Entry no: MDCCXXIX”
Memoirs
Bösendorfer
I ran a piano bar for angels Who wanted a night off. Halos glaring at them from off the table, And their wings dipped in heavy gold. Prayers like smoke from the sin at their lips. Swearing by Styx, Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey For it works fine but scares a little. But are they noContinue reading “Bösendorfer”
Concoid of fragile threads
On Thursday nights, the only sound I can hear is of my lone footsteps.The joyful laughter of kids and alike is merely background noise to me – almost nonexistent.It is a grey-blue spiral spinning around meWhose lines are fading within each other. The noise of clashing swords in and around the world that I haveContinue reading “Concoid of fragile threads”
Infinite boulevard 