A day in March, and thoughts of you

In this month of March, when spring should have been, I'm half blinded by the sun blaring into my face. And yet beneath strands of loose hair, hazy brown in light, there's a smile radiant inspite of the heat and exhaustion. There is an absence of wind in this static day, but the entropy of…

A mess of thoughts, inked through a writer’s block

I have been trying to write. I swear I have tried most possible means. I have stayed up in the silence of the night, waiting for a muse to drift by into sleepy eyes. I have strayed into lonelier dirtpaths, recluse benches, shadowy trees, pitch dark corners, my bed, the floor, upon a table, under…

Being

poets lie, they fib in the verses give names to absence . and talk of grief and smiles  in neighboring  lines  . paint colourless pictures and turn  blindness to  such light  . yet ruffle old  comfort  and break  confines  . what might be or might there be  a reason to the being  of poetry . structured chaos…

Lil’ lil’ things 

With evolution and inheritance playing between species, generations and between the very cells we’re made of… humans seem to be its best result. Having a cranial capacity of 1300 cc, eyes with a contrast ratio of 100 000:1, luminance range of 1014 …. it is but obvious, we’re blessed beings. But in the rush of city lights and…

Trains and thoughts 

I've been on a train for the past six hours and I felt like sharing something I wrote to a friend on an e-mail sometime ago whilst I was travelling on the same train, going to and from the same places. ......... I'm sitting here, in a chair car. It's an AC coach but I…

Chai 

I was urged to write since the moment today, about half hour ago, while I was sipping from a papercup of tasteless chai* in the college canteen. The point of time when my spectacles fogged from the vapours of the ten rupee chai, and my vision blurred temporarily into a trance- I knew I had…

On Constancy

Constancy is like numbness. It cannot be perceived; it is a flat line of inactivity.  What can be sensed is flaws and fluctuation. And sometimes, I'm numbed. This numbed state of my mind leads me very easily into a state of comfortable deterioration. It makes me feel at home in my comfort zones and that…

It’s been yet another year.

Hello readers,  So here ends another year in my search for meaningful words, thoughtful phrases, mindful expression...  Though I don't know how far I have succeeded, I do believe these Flaws in my Abyss have found a reason to survive.  There have been all kinds of times. Times when I couldn't stop the cataclysm of…

The dose

A thousand words endeared again  To a rusted pen and a poet's muse. Withering verses settled in synchrony  Within reason and thought's contours. Vagrant, vacant words sound More sense than their silences.  These quartets cohere to meanings  And flit in familiar nuances. The flux of flowing thought  The flutter of a shy and queer emotion …