This is a question I have asked myself many times now. I feel I am sadder than usual. I am not as chirpy as usual. When I reach happiness, I come down from that good high sooner. I am more irritable and more easily worried about day-to-day events far more often. It seems like I […]
I have always been guilty of not documenting my life as is. But only when I am overwhelmed. And thus, the parts of my life with great communication (aka Akhilesh) are under-represented. Will fix it later. For now, I will talk about a feeling I have been ignoring and rationalizing. I will lean into it […]
This has become a memorial to my feelings one day 6 years ago. This post feels like I am erasing it to write something banal and transient. Like someone writing “Bina <3 Mahesh” on Qutub Minar engravings who broke up two months later anyway. Six years. Whoever is seeing me write this is going to […]
I make a lot of jokes about death. And I find myself with my mother, my unconditional support, dead. This happened last Sunday and there are a ton of questions unanswered. My mother used to chide me like everyone whenever I used to talk about my impending death. For example, I used to say that she should not […]
My last letter was too brief, Your reply: deafening silence. Did I give you much too grief? I hope it had made some sense. It was not much more than guys – Guys whom I don’t really stand; If they raised some how’s and why’s In your mind, can understand. Letter was born in a […]
The day before the yesterday I went To watch the rides of new bemusement park. I sat in seat of love alone in dark; It came to life and into sky me sent. There, up I flew and through the clouds too bright. No fear – I caught a snowflake in my palm; The air, the […]
Temperature has dropped to three Steely winds roar in streets free. People don’t leave beds in fear – So we usher in new year. At 5 am, world is blur, Can’t see even thy neighbours. Heaven is walking through fog More when truck collides on jog. We do collective shudder Thinking of bruise in winter. […]
I do not usually explain my poems. But this is one of my older ones. Usually I throw away the poems I make; I send them to a friend, say, and will not bother to copy it back. Or put it as a comment somewhere never to be found again. But I have this one […]
There are things you will never know. I am sitting cross-legged on a bed with a blanket laying carelessly across my thighs and sprawled ahead in front of me – the space where my laptop and Nancy lie – open and crumpled, respectively. But you will never know it unless I tell them to you, nor […]
My first stab at limericks!
consciously anonymous 