A little upset can go a long way

Star-lights and night skies

Begin sketching themselves

And fences are conjured up

Imprints can defy expiration

To remain or to dissolve;

The mind rambles for options

To undo the damage that an

Untouched fragrance leaves behind

For, a little upset can go a long way


*The word sillage has roots in the French language. It is the degree to which a perfume’s fragrance lingers in the air when worn.




Their paralysed freedom

I’m appalled but unhurt
It is their loss after all
And not mine to dwell upon
They forgot who they were
Whilst I knew all along
My past intact, I move on
Safe from falling into
The pits of oblivion

A sip of ecstasy they crave for
As I revel in the marvels
Of the present
My laugh echoes in ample waves
While they search for a way out
With their heads turned
In a direction that is lost


And slowly
All the merry Sidhwas*
And all the lovely Parwatis**
Set off
For distant lands
Trying to forget
Starting life afresh
Searching for love
Looking for hope
Slowly however
Realization struck
In the safe little havens
Which they’d erected anew
Never could they adjust,
For how could they
Wholly dwell
On foreign shores
When their hearts
Lived somewhere else

*A Parsi name
**A Hindu name

Monsoon Diaries

Love juggles with hatred
Black merges into white
Impossibilities embrace the plausible

Songs which you had hidden,
In the deepest of dungeons
Remain prisoners no more

Footsteps you had erased
Promises you’d vanquished
Arrive knocking at the door

And though it seems daunting,
You’re not ready
To say your goodbyes

For this is monsoon, my love
Something you can’t easily
Let go…

Casual Sadness

Soaking whatever’s left
The dying sun

Listening to the wind’s
Quiet, solemn tune
Humming along
Out of solidarity

My cup of tea
Is now cold
As I search for meaning
In a meaningless world

What is this, really?
Casual sadness, perhaps
In all its glory…