Several times the thought grazed her mind.
A sharp shiny silver
gliding over her wrist.
A moment of intense focus,
a blurring of all else
but that deep release of pain.
A cathartic red palette,
a purging of sorrow.
Of squeezing out the surplus poison.
In search of not an end,
But the beginning of a flow.
Of a rhythm that will sing.

Holi Hai!

A space left vacant because it got too full.

A strange numbness overpowers all else. And an emptiness descends into me, onto me, over me, above me. It is me . Simultaneously all soul is sucked away. Bit by bit. All my feelings evaporate. Then emotions are alien.

That hug is no longer warm. It is simply the movement of the arms grasping me in a circle. My body against yours. Wood against wood. Stone against stone. Marble against marble.

That woman in a torn saree, a naked baby in arm and an open wound is just someone else. Breathes and eats. Bathes and washes. Cooks and sews. Starves and dies.




Hopelessness, helplessness and guilt survive in a vaccum. Like the hollow of a coconut. They pull down at me. Tuggin me down. I ache with their weight.

Heavy fog replaces thoughts. The head weighs down with the intensity of the blankness and experiences only that. Nothing penetrates either way.



Eyes shut not to a feeling of lightness that leads to sleep but only to open again in a few seconds. For when the lids come down it is haunted within

Humayun ka Makhbara

The arches and the domes whispered to us stories of the past. The staircases cautioned of the approaching enemy and the fort stood tall swelling with pride.The light and the darkness played with us,creating layered images or multiple truths.One left wondering.

One day...