Tag: literature
Blue Revathi
SHE WON’T FETCH YOU BACK
The birds have all come and perched on the same tree.‘Birds of the same feathers flock together’,But then again, aren’t we the same? The humans all come and perch on the same brick.Peck we all at different seeds, different treesbut, peck is all we ever do. Isn’t it? We are all a flock of the… Continue reading SHE WON’T FETCH YOU BACK
“Best Three Star Hotel in Puducherry 2019 – Hotel Le Royal Park” (wifi password : hrlp@123)
Twin beds for twinsTwin beds are the beds twins sleep onwithout fighting each other to death about who sleeps on which one.Parent’s bed for parents.Parent’s beds are for having twins.Father has ears two of them for two twins.One of them has never been cleaned.Two Twins.One Angry, One trying to be happy.Two twins.One wanting to go… Continue reading “Best Three Star Hotel in Puducherry 2019 – Hotel Le Royal Park” (wifi password : hrlp@123)
land under MINE
One day, you will take us inUntil then, I will be standing right hereas you keep taking the land under mineUntil then, can I sleep in you?I don’t mind if I drown,I won’t even try to swim Please take me inFleeting is time between meand the land under mineYou won’t let me hold onto it,The… Continue reading land under MINE
Perfect!
” Hey, Can you give me your friend’s number?” This is the third time this month, I am being asked this question. “You wish” is what I want to tell this random acquaintance that I have made. But instead, “She is on social media” I retort “What’s her name?” He asks I glare at his… Continue reading Perfect!
red cloth, blue cloth, yellow cloth
Red cloth, yellow cloth, blue cloth On the drying line My eyes cannot see the blue As the other two Glare at my stare and, set my eyes ablaze Blue cloth, red cloth, yellow cloth I have always known you long and crumpled drying on the clothes line red stain on yellow brown stain on… Continue reading red cloth, blue cloth, yellow cloth
Frangipani
Frangipani, Come here will you I want to fold you into a ring Or maybe into a bunny to rest between my Two fingers You look so fair In front of those full leaves You cannot hide Frangipani
Work/Travail/Arbeid
This is a poster for a performance in MoMA choreographed by Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker called ‘Work/Travail/Arbeid’ which means Work/Work/Work it’s about how the chaotic and the hectic cycle of people is unending. For this piece she assigned one dancer to one instrument. The performance itself is 9 hours long. It’s my love for this… Continue reading Work/Travail/Arbeid
idli
Shut the door THUD My mother, my uncle and my grandmother turned to look at me.My mother asked, ‘Why are you panting, did you run?’ I stood there in shock, breathless, steaming My mother standing at the kitchen table, turned to her strippingleaves from the stalk, uncle sleeping on the sofa flipping channels, mother glanced… Continue reading idli
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