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Where You Begin
The first time
Is a pin prick
To unstitch
Your skin
To feel yourself
Begin
You search your being
You are it:
Coursing through yourself
The second time
You search inside
A stranger
Behind the corner shop
You find where he begins
Adrenaline!
But come back,
Stinking of rot
Void of thought
To feel what?
What are you searching for?
To begin ag...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 10:30 am
Woman incomplete
Malathi did not board the morning bus to work today.
I looked at the woman seated beside me in Malathi’s usual place.
Clad in a saree, fresh flowers in her hair, ready to tackle the long hours of work in dust and heat.
She must be around her mid forties.
Does she have a family to provide for?
Else why has she joined the wagon of the working class at the wee hours?
Does she have a...
Saturday 13th October 2018 3:14 pm
Trickle Towards Tomorrow
Trickling Towards Tomorrow
Everything Trickles
The tears, they trickle down my cheek
Just like everything else does.
Time trickles day by day,
Sometimes fast, like a river rushing towards the sea,
Often times slow, slow as my tears,
For it is these moments that I remember,
And all the joyful ones I keep discarding.
The tears come from many sources,
Whether it is the loss of something I...
Friday 13th March 2015 2:20 am
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