Tag Archives: poetry

Revisiting The Oeuvre of Bazaar-e-Husn

There aren’t many works of cinematic art that become cinematic in their own right. The legacy of these works transcends what is projected on the screen and venture into the arenas of popularity that was quite unintended by the creator itself. Pakeezah, a Hindi Cinema classic that took almost 15 years to complete, is one […]

Found in Escapes

What if I seek light in This night. Flicker lights falling upon my Cheek, glistening a part of it, a part Still left hidden. What if I seek journey here Sitting at a deserted bus stand, who Uses them anyway? Maybe, Some adventures are good untravelled What if I seek dance in The still trees […]

Lyrics

Seldom songs will just be played When it’s not the music That we need, but The words. I would want your love, laying Right at that couch, in The living room. I would want that touch, not For I need what love gives But to realise, All what it failed to make Of our lives. […]

14

before there were prints on my fingers —-or nails to clutch or a ——————name for any of it, when my hair was still shifting —-and waiting to hatch from ——————-an uncooked skull, when i did not have an unbent —-spine, there was a red and ——————–hollow space between the rows of empty seats —-and you […]

December 2015

the elm are naked with anticipation, they have stopped shaking and everyone is indoors. there is not much to say these days, and we are getting nostalgic. something approaches. in the street the bodies of lovers pass, saying nothing.

Letter from NY to her, the unbeliever in California

The broken Vs of the too-late geese leave space for the gone ones which would have blackened the sky. This is the season of flight. I did go to California, you know. More than once I walked on warm dirt, up firm mountains which were neither Greek nor tragic but were blessed with enough rain […]

body-without-organs

my bones fly out around me, disheveled, pricked by wind, in pain, and I stand back unshocked. I read of it in mystic reports, gossip columns well-known not for veracity, but for imagination and an odd sense of familiarity.   I have not met my limbs, but am told of them by unreliable, unquestionable agents […]

in the swimming pool

i remember in the swimming pool, feeling my erection press against her twelve-year-old body. she wanted me to hold her and carry her. i was small and weak but the water made it easy. so i pulled her lithe and bony limbs closer, cat eyes blinking, flat moonpale chest slippery and dappled in the summer […]

Spacecase

Spacecase cased space for time just in case there was placed Spacecases place in places in space on paths untraced by other mortal hands and eyes. Longitudinal and lateral symmetry that as much as Spacecase tries can’t be traced through space by eyes. Tired, tired, burning bright like twice burning candles in the night. What […]

reduce/redux

when i was sixteen she brought him into my basement he was so new. she asked my permission and i asked his then she took off his belt and she strangled him. after graduation my parents gave me dark looks but they couldn’t talk about it. one time my father found the pictures he said […]