Seeds travel through Esophagus Unchanged, Unscathed. When you first Remove the peel And see the Flesh covered in a Layer, as thin as amniotic sac You wonder, how could Life develop In darkness. When you separate The pieces and A gush of Juice targets your Eyes You think of waters That run through Your being.… Continue reading How to cut an orange?
I see monsters gurgling At the Edges of people's mouths Words fall as if the earth Is flat I sometimes wear A mask of complicity I sometimes laugh With unabashed candour If only one could peel off The skins, hard, ragged and rugged Look beneath to find Me holding the wick Of a candle I… Continue reading Lost faith
Following is a summary of the psychological analysis of the characters in 'The Lowland' by Jhumpa Lahiri . Backdrop:- 1. West Bengal of the 1960s and 1970s. (Mainly Calcutta and Naxalbari). 2. Rhode Island, The USA. Characters: 1. Udayan and Subhash (the brothers). After their college education, Udayan adopts the ideology of Naxalism, while Subhash… Continue reading Review of ‘The Lowland’ by Jhumpa Lahiri
We derive our lineage From the Sirius We pass through Alleys, inhaling helium Birds sit on the Dendritic roots of An year old tree The rings on an old man's Face tell me that he is Two thousand years old We eat plastics Collected on the Surface of the Pacific I see red eyes in… Continue reading Inversion
1. It skitters and Splatters on edges, along Tangents, a directionless Singularity. 2. It is a wave of Coldness, draughts Of air that vanish in The rifts and deep Valleys. 3. It flows as a Fragrant breeze Emanating from shafts And hearths duped by Gravity. 4. A disquisition of Inductions, deductions Unanswered since Ages. 5.… Continue reading Time
How do I classify Momentary evanescence That skitters On my window pane, Quietly, without any intrusion- The Lapwings lead their entire Lives this way I can't catch hold Of transcience, pecking My being when I Least expect it, unprepared For a foe that disturbs The equilibrium of The yellow-wattled Lapwings Who protest When they see… Continue reading The lapwings on my windowpane
Let me be clothed As a caterpillar, cocooned From the storms, and the rains The bristles on my skin Try and counter the opposing Forces, I am still trying To form an opinion If I like A or B, or if C dances better than D, I scrutinise The dance movements through Eyes that others… Continue reading Not a butterfly
1. If I told you I came across isolated pieces of bone and flesh on my morning stroll a few days back, you’d probably not believe me. Or ask me why did I not go to… Continue reading Schopenhauer, the dog, and I