Dreamscape

It was a four-poster; covered in gossamer netting. Delicate mulmul on the windows filtered the moonlight in. It was impossibly quiet, even the crickets had ceased their song and gone to sleep. But he lay awake. His dark skin defined softly by the white sheets. There must’ve been some pixie dust about, for she woke…

Gwalior Days

Indian Summer, is usually not half as beautiful as the song in its name. And it is often the perfect recipe for mirages, even hallucinations. It is infamous, in the villages and small towns of India, for making people lose sanity. Everybody I saw on the streets that day, had a white cloth wrapped around…

To New Beginnings

He’s considered the first to be remembered among all divinity. And remembering him, I start over, yet another time. The Amapolas Company is my venture into providing really good photography, and text content to people and businesses. I take up photography assignments for shooting food, interiors, portraits, and weddings; and create powerful text content for…

Skin

There is a lot hidden, under your skin. Memories travel unbidden, under your skin. What countries lie unmapped, unexplored, in wait, Their languages in riddles, under your skin. Their dried up oceans have now become heaps of sand, Perhaps there are pearls hidden, under your skin. Those sights and sounds and smells you remember so!…

Nightmare I

The ocean takes away pieces of my soul, I cannot leave, I am the shore. I wake from nightmares of blinding lights to your clear voice, whispering, “Hush! Come here, Hush! Its okay, come”, and you hang up I pry my eyes open I want to see your face, you’re here before I fall into…

A Calcutta Story

When the haath rickshaa turned towards Dhaka patti, it felt, as if, for a long moment, that time was fluid and this moment suspended mid-air, waiting to drop into an ocean of other moments like this one. The momentary realisation atop that mobile throne, that here, humanity moves like one giant ocean wave, was all…

Surkh

Have you been bold enough to write in red? In life, Red may have told you of its grandiose of love and passionit’s twin mistresses.Do you remember a life before that? When red only glared at mistakes? I chose to write our lives in red.I’ll let you decide if this will be one glaring error Or another, that…

Nom

How easy it is to write your name;How easy to make your language my own;How easily the curves come to my hands,When I trace the words on your bodyAs if your skin was paperAnd I was writing a letter to… What is my name?Do you remember?I must’ve given it to you to keep safe –That…

To an Ocean

I picked a few empty shellsalong your shore.Empty homes of your childrennow long gone;Echoing you, the breeze, andtheir conversations with the sand.I wear them around my neck,at a home away from you;Little kisses, a sunset, and loverest on my bones.

From a lost letter

कड़वाहट की मीठी ख़ुशबू मोहब्बत के अफ़साने कुछ धीरे से गर्माते दिन में मिल जाएँ अनजाने कुछ ये ख़याल मिरे तुम लेते जाओ आधे हैं पैमाने कुछ शाम हुए जल उठते हैं जब आते जुगनू और परवाने कुछ अधूरी बातें, ख़्वाब मुकम्मल धुँधले कुछ, पहचाने कुछ बातें करते सन्नाटों में रिश्तों के ताने-बाने कुछ कुछ…