Alphabets

There are twenty of them. I counted them once. Blue skin, twitchy veins lurching on my couch, study table, inside my closet. They foll...

She pushes me hard towards the edge of the door and swiftly makes her way through the crowd inside the 7:09 pm Panvel local at Kurla statio...

I dearly miss those late delights when I roamed alone on the streets of my campus, where I stayed for two crucial years of my life. There w...

Neither here nor there, unlike any life form settled calm, moving stones, water alike, the cold, invisible shapeless, flowing on duty...

A flight in a room towards the white light. It's not true, it's not true. Sometimes in a park on merry-go-round with - pretty ...

I carry it throughout in a jar on my chest. Sweat on palms, damp linen, I lost count of creases. Easing, I thought, would be the secret...

You wandered in the smiles of chasing breeze, from a pod to springing sprout at dawn. You were pink in the cherry blossoms on trees, gre...

Stuffs, You're one thing I hate to the core. People have you but still crave for more. You start your journey in a factory where you ...

tired of those bad roads, that heat, dust, sun, crowd...tired of dishonesty and thefts...tired of being chased by hooligans...tired of the ...

wait; i just touched you, on the bed which i made for the sleep. you didn't cuddle me in your arms nor did your lips land on my fore...

I am walking out of phase Stepping up the noise A tap then jump, flick and slide Repeating with sync, tap-ti-dap A run, a run and then ...

here and there keys and scratches punctures, closed doors candle heat, misfit broken glasses, a stick.... chair, ballot box pamphle...

I find you between the tic and the toc, in the pauses of countenance, between halts and resumes, spaces that separate words , camouflag...

Think of me as a rose or mimosa an omnibus or magnum opus a swing may do more justice than the colours of wind a surreal landscape may ...

Isn't it easy to escape just by saying 'tata' 'gn' leaving the conversation unended, words unspoken? Do you not real...

dream in dream, fancying a dream i wake up to sounds of real life...  only to realise that i am still asleep dreaming a dream, fancying ...

I can not hold can have no control over the passing time which pushes every act into memory so ethereal, so abstract, so surreal that ev...

You breed silence and stillness, to punish the shouts, confessions of blood and body, of you and me. I hate the dirt, which you give me...

Unlike the triangle of food chain, there is no definite hierarchy when it comes to kyriarchy. Everything is topsy turvy or circular rather,...

I see them in the malls, streets, my room and on my body. Those snakes lie still. Hibernating. In baggages, on desks, shelves their whi...