Author Archives: Bhumika's Boudoir

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

Tree

Tree you are. Swaying by the cliff Your roots sunk deep In the hidden crevices Of rock. Strong. Dark. Impenetrable. The winds whip your leaves. Shimmering In the light of endless sunsets. It’s all play to you. Wind and gale … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Idle Thoughts | 1 Comment

Untitled by Suma Bhat

The sun was young And earth raw When it all began By the street corner, over coffee and cigarettes They found out how they liked their beer Chilled, and bajjis, steaming And their love for reading, words and The longing … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Paeans for the Pain | Tagged | Leave a comment

Stain

krishna stains me black I look one night and there we are. He is me and I am him Stained together in black. Stars twinkle in the wild darkness That is us. That black is us. Entwined together, Running parallel … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Blue Funk, Happy Days, Idle Thoughts, Intoxication Induced | 1 Comment

Fade

The words, Go. Oh? O is right. Followed by N. Then, E. One B Y O N e. What’s that word? Like poof. Gone. In those books You know what books? The books with pictures. For children usually. Comics. Yes. … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Blue Funk, Idle Thoughts, In Sickness and In Health | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

La Vie en Violet: huitième partie

Around now, I begin to suspect the frequent changes to my medication. My psychiatrist told me that my anxiety is a result of all my other illnesses. In that sense, it’s pretty organic and not a result of anything emotional. … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Blue Funk, In Sickness and In Health, Paeans for the Pain | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

La vie en Violet: septième partie

Resignation is a curious thing to surrender to. What it does is that it saps you of the will to live. I think I am depressed because I wake up in the morning one day and groan that the world … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Blue Funk, In Sickness and In Health, Paeans for the Pain | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

La vie en Violet: sixième partie

What they don’t tell about workaholics is that the pleasure and purpose of working changes to rage and resentment. Insidiously. So much so that I can’t remember when it began. Just that slight annoyance at someone else’s badly done work … Continue reading

Rate this:

Posted in Blue Funk, In Sickness and In Health, Paeans for the Pain | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment