Howdy people! I'm Dhwaj. These are the things I like- 1. Dairy milk chocolate 2. Playing with Pari and Diwisha 3. Watching nursery rhymes 4. Sitting behind the wheel (shhh....don't tell anyone 'cos I don't have a license. I'm just kidding! I do that only when the caa-rh is stationary) 5. Did I mention I… Continue reading Expressions!
Have you ever noticed a candle's wick? The flame dances to a song of its own creation. Have you ever felt like that? No! Not even when you tasted the amniotic fluid? I did once… Continue reading Dew drops
I stood at the old bus station, waiting For you. Or was it a new one in the old City? I foraged for answers when I sifted The grains of the sparrows, in those sepia Coloured photos, with ragged edges, trying To paste thin papers on thick boards, that Withstood the flood waters of the… Continue reading An old photograph
Red, Orange, said with the missing Rs. Ed, Oyange and Yay-yo, Yay-yo, you need an IQ of a genius to pronounce And, two out of six go out when Purple comes in Why the Rs and Ls play hide and seek with the little one The big Mum-iee fails to unde-sand!
Mum-iee, Paa-pa, the little one Calls out to us, with him around Every new day is a fun day, though Not when the eyelids are half-closed and we Look like those Komodo dragons found in The green grass, lazily basking in the glory Of the sun, making us jealous, we are sans The luxuries of… Continue reading The not-so-subtle art of parenting
My city was engulfed in a smog this preceding week, but not today as I just came back from a cremation. Why nobody waited for the last shards of wood to dissolve, except a stray dog who was weak, but waited patiently for that theatre to end, waited patiently to grab a bone or two-… Continue reading Cremation
I was twenty-one, and You were Twenty-seven Old enough? Naive to wrap ourselves in Quilts of destiny, Divine providence Streets apart, we Tried to Balance ourselves on Those weak bridges of culture Co-mingling, co-existing at A point when People kill each other Over Food differences His beef? My pork? Killing animals in names of Faith… Continue reading The Ancient Margins
Bewitched by a love, whose Periphery finite Bequeathed under a spell, whose Charm frivolous Brimaced by those soft touches, in Bridled territories For a lust, bestial, uncouth Consummated For a genesis, birth Of Yet another Life. By Taranum (copyright, July 2017) via Daily Prompt: Lust