I see how the seeds fill
the voids, unfold their
tiny leaves to hug
this breezy spring. Continue reading “Zeal”
Tag: AtoZ
Yearning for Love
You don’t have to spend time
in the mall, looking for the
perfect candle, and ingredients
of a pot of pasta for two. Continue reading “Yearning for Love”
I love the alphabet “X” because it’s mysterious and pretty ambitious. I manipulated it a zillion times in arithmetic and algebra and tried to find its value like a maths loving Sherlock Holmes.
It’s also very interesting how people use “X” to hide identities, “You know, that Mr. X appreciates your work.” I liked how I have been told during interviews,”You have that special X-factor we are searching in candidates.” Sometimes I wanted to know a real sketch of that X-factor. Continue reading “Xing”
Window Dressing
“It’s all about window dressing. She’s just decorating her life with lies. Why are some people so fake?”
The question arrives along with two cupcakes and a pot of ginger tea. It’s still spring and afternoons are not really for tea breaks. But I’m here, meeting an old friend, discussing old stories. Mostly about people. Because people always love discussing about other people. We’re cursed blessed that way. Continue reading “Window Dressing”
Vintage
Collect all.
Unspoken dreams,
fuzzy nightmares,
love that you
didn’t deserve,
and words that
people threw at you
from their bags.
Store them somewhere,
away from your darkness.
That’s how your life
changes to a vintage story. Continue reading “Vintage”
Unending
Faster.
Then the distance is shorter.
Time doesn’t matter.
The world is smaller. Continue reading “Unending”
Transformation
I see the changes
in the landscape
every time I look back. Continue reading “Transformation”
Silence
The pen broke last night
when I asked it to go
wordless. Continue reading “Silence”
Recipe, homemade
Drink a cup of tea. Better if you can add cardamoms
and a bit of love. Go out in sunlight. Hug. Hug harder.
There’s always going to be shadow in a sunny world.
Rest sometimes. And while you rest, find a pretty
bird and click a photo. Share it with your grandmother
later. Call her often. Talk. Tell her you look pretty today. Continue reading “Recipe, homemade”
Quest for An Inner Selfie
Every time I visit my in-laws, they show me many old photographs from their photo albums. Photographs of their trips, old dogs, celebrations and special moments that they hold so dearly. Each photo album looks like a book of short story collections, narrating to me my husband’s childhood that I haven’t seen. Each of those photographs stands out in my memory. The way he dressed. The way he was celebrated on his 10th birthday. Continue reading “Quest for An Inner Selfie”
