i took my heart to the bazaar today and the shopkeeper said it won't fetch much money. he put it on a weighing scale , scratched his chin and said that my heart is not strong enough. i looked at my feeble heart, i swear it beat just fine. i looked at the racks he… Continue reading I took my heart to the bazaar today
I am A glass bottle. Once, I was full With milkshake But now, I am empty. One day, A straw went through my neck, Through my chest, into my guts And sucked- Everything came out. If I had had hands, I would have squeezed the straw -Choked it, And stopped the whole process. But I… Continue reading Glass bottle
The boat was at the shore 'Did you see?' My friend asked. I turned around and it was All amber rays, Tearing through the clouds. We ran with our slippers in our hands The sand was wet and the wind licked our hair. My friend reached first. 'Chacha,' he asked, 'How was the pull today?'… Continue reading A grave for the dead fish
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I was talking to a friend When I found A tiny man Sitting at the tip of her tongue Chopping the edges of Each sentence she spoke. What was that? I asked and she pretended There was nothing. When I reached home I put my hand inside My head And was surprized To find A… Continue reading Katana men
The day was supposed to be good. I was going to grow a bit more. But when I walked into the crowd, I pulled my jacket closer. Fear grabbed the back of the head And put it down. I looked around With the corner of my eyes. Fear whispered into my ears, 'The air is… Continue reading Tomorrow I will walk
The roots are growing again. I realized it this morning When I went to fill water. I tried pulling the bucket But it was stuck. I threw pebbles and pulled. For the first few times The bucket didn't budge. Only after several tries The rope got loose. And I had to pull fast Because their… Continue reading Roots inside the well
The cold bit into his skin. Removing his grip On a rough rock, Protruding out of snow, He saw a drop of blood Glimmering among the snow. The cold air dried his throat As he breathed. He put a finger into His mouth. Expecting to taste blood. Then he tried some other fingers. Taking his… Continue reading The Naked Fingers
What happened? Did you loose Something? Why are you Acting so weird? You checked That room already. Is it something you kept somewhere And it disappeared. I know, it happenes. There are times When I get restless too. I sometimes feel That what I am holding Is not real But a copy of something That… Continue reading Search.
I have been to the moon. The conditions are harsh. Skin burns, When you face the sun. Blood freezes, When you are in the dark. They are correct There is no oxygen. You live At the mercy of your tank. It is hard to stay still You keep oscillating a bit. But don't seek comfort.… Continue reading Have you been to the moon?
Would you read a poem? I looked up at the night sky And realized, the sky has changed. All the stars have switched And took each other's position. In fact, I realized that The sky did it every time. It shifted and changed And became new. I decided to keep looking, To be truthful… Continue reading Change- day by day