Category Archives: Idle Thoughts

Migraine

My migraine is a pulsating red dot in a sea of indigo A Bengali bride ullulating under the pandal in the bustle of a wedding hall. My migraine stops me in the street and says: Those lights are far too … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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Heat

We are out of it already. We are no longer in love. We love that is certain. And that is good enough. If they touch us, they will know a fire here was once lit. We are just heat, you … Continue reading

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Summer

I know you won’t think of me now. When the sun scoops vanilla clouds And there are new friends Planning exciting summer picnics And dances mid summer nights. When you can share your dreams With colourful people who enjoy Without … Continue reading

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Ageing

Cities change. That familiar landmark next to the empty lot doesn’t look the same anymore now that the empty lot is a seven storied building. That’s what strikes me on Instagram. My city has changed. It’s no longer familiar. While … Continue reading

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