and his digital quill (అక్షరంబు జిహ్వ కిక్షు రసము)
A sombre melancholy of a being Rummaging through the piercing fences Entrenched in the wicked trench of memories God, I fear An orchestral quartet, plucking away at the heart strings Hammered by a steep surge in pain Saved only by an implosion into nothingness God, I fear A barrage of parting words Bludgeoning skin, muscle,…
God is not a he but the people who created “him” definitely seem to be
choosing tosurround myself witha cacophony of voicesto avoida violent storm of reminiscences choosing towalk away fromfamilial delights and familiar twilightsto conversationsthat start and end with a hey choosing toown modern convenienceswhere action is a transactionwhere dopamine high is valuedmore than the touch of love Are you okay?leaving your life to decay
Chapter I. After Sunrise It was a cold yet sunny Wednesday morning on the IISc campus. The early morning sun rays oozed through the drawn curtain drapes of Garima’s hostel room. She was awoken by the gentle screams of parakeets and other avifauna native to the south american wilderness. She groggily reached out for her…
CJ holds her glass up, looking intently at Josh as he exercised his mind. “This is beautiful. Do you know it?” Josh asks CJ pointing his finger towards the radio playing Ave Maria in the background. “Josh! I was raised a Catholic”, CJ answers with a dash of nonchalance, to ease him out of his…
A pitter-patter patting on my glass window. It’s raining! Stopping myself from going out, I work in my bed, blinds on as my clock winds on. Unfazed, embattled in my own mental battles, I whisper to myself through the low rumbling, These shackles will set me free.
(draft in progress) Waiting in airports late into the night or the early dawn is an experience that is between normal and paranormal. It is the same kind one would experience during a skydive. Or perhaps while sipping a hot tea on the porch when it’s pouring outside. You are far from the hustle and…
I don’t exactly know what it is called, but a lot of people experience bullying within friend groups, although the bully tries to hide their intention as “friendly banter”. Either they don’t know the difference or they are masking it. It’s not your task to explain. A friend group is supposed to be your safe…
What is a crown jewel? Is it the bangle, that frolics on her arm? Is it the beaded necklace, that beats with her heart? Is it the earring, that plays hide-and-seek in her hair? Or is it the nose ring, that bathes in her warm breaths? It took me a while but, It’s actually her…
It was a busy Friday night on Mumbai roads, with cars, buses, and autorickshaws “synergistically” sharing the road space, while waiting at a traffic light. This created several mini “Padmavyuhas”, soon invaded by over-zealous bikers. There was a hint of rain in the after hours, evident from the liquid droplets that adorned the side windows…
I will rhyme and mime,until the end of time.Would you like to chime-in on my company’s dime?Or is smiling for you, a crime?