A 3-month haiku run

Around this time in 2016, I was struggling to keep up with a daily writing routine as other commitments took charge of my day. So I was thinking of doing something different with words as a part of my free writing schedule. Often, when writing students would ask for advice on how to improve on... Continue Reading →

Why everyone should learn to write well

Without written communication, language would be lost in a dark alley trying to find its way back. The ability to construct sentences that are clear, concise, and easy to comprehend, is underrated and rare. In this post-literate world that we live in, the written word has more value than it ever did before. The internet... Continue Reading →

Yellow-paged love

I find you to be demanding today. Demanding to be eternally read and remembered, while thousands more continue to be born and bred, taking up shelves in bookshops and libraries that I may never get to see, touch or smell. Pages unflipped, will yellow before the dust settles. I find you to be wanting today.... Continue Reading →

Travel Telltales 

Travel to me is road trips. Rocky roads and really long drives. A car trunk flooded with luggage, and some more in the rear seat. And by the feet. And on the lap. How it all fit into our little car, I'll never know. I've been traveling for as far back as I can remember.... Continue Reading →

Reading, Writing and Growing Up

My grandmother was a collector. She collected stamps, coins, postcards, letters, souvenirs, photographs, diaries and books. I was not allowed to touch any of that. At the most, she'd let me play with her jar of coins under supervision. But her books were never off limits. They were mine for the taking. She was an... Continue Reading →

Spectacle(s)

Each night Her vision grew indistinct Smudged with soot Smeared with smoke Beclouded by gloomy fog As the thick rims came off. After some fumbling And clumsy toe-stubs She would reach out To turn the last lamp off In a failed attempt To function Without help Without clarity Without glasses. The eyelids dropped Like iron... Continue Reading →

Writing

She wrote of war Boxed in Within the four walls Of her book-filled room. She spoke of death Like she knew Something about it That others were blind to. Her frail body supported Her eyes, bold and fierce As she embraced the grey In a world of black and white. With her words alone Drop... Continue Reading →

Travel

A majestic sun Plays hide and seek With dense clouds Impervious, yet so clear. Below sags a lowly hill Crowned with crystals Yellow, purple, Orange and blue. The cement structures Grow smaller And smaller Until sight leaves them Deserted To take in the vast fields Of cotton pieced out From the clouds above. A stork... Continue Reading →

Other Worlds

When the stars dim down And the moon's shine wavers Do you look up at the blue darkness Wide-eyed, hoping to light the world With only your eyes? When the music stops jerkily Amidst intense talks Do you begin to hum calmly To fill the gaps Between silences? When the bright flower That gave you... Continue Reading →

Beauty

Black heels on the red ramp They walk the catty walk Graceful, insidious, charming Hungry curves and supple moves A killing smile, a sensual look Onlookers gasp and sigh They model their beauty Fair, tall and lean Because beauty sells. Grey clouds battle over the sky Round, pregnant rain drops Fall like bricks The makeup,... Continue Reading →

Questioning

If thought is an exchange of energy within a system, and in turn, of matter, isn't the source of the meditative process increasingly dependent on the external, and not an end in itself, as it is often posed to be? I wonder. I believe in energy as one's end all and be all. It is my... Continue Reading →

Reading

The smell of dust clung to the room while they sat back and stared at me. I think I almost saw them pout. Or maybe that was just me. With every step, a tiny convolution took shape. One that brought back memories of  pages yellow and white. Black symbols afloat, mingling in and out of... Continue Reading →

Yellow

With feet up on the marble bench seat under the shed, she read Morrison, in the most delightful, quiet and secluded garden she'd ever come across. It was a discovery she chose to keep to herself. Wainwright played softly in her ears. She had had a dull day. These were the few precious moments of... Continue Reading →

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