Category Archives: Intoxication Induced

Things I have written when the inspiration struck. Or, in other words, intoxication induced writing.

Mute

Lovers everywhere speak the same language. “I love the way you smell.” “I want to kiss your eyebrows, your lips, your hair, and your armpits.” “I miss the way your head felt heavy on my chest.” “Why are you so … Continue reading

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Harvest Moon

We talk about moon rituals, this new girl I met and I. We are walking by a lake. She’s happy with the size of today’s moon, the Friday, and the 13th, all together only makes her happy and buoyant. She … Continue reading

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Whimper

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. – The Hollow Men by T S Eliot Aloneness is carved so … Continue reading

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Hair

I count each strand of my hair To account to krishna Of my love and care. He tugs at my braid But stares mesmerised At another’s gait. My hair locks in dreads He ruffles the knots, laughs And that hot … Continue reading

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Verboten

I whisper his name among the weeds krishna krishna krishna He does not hear. I wear in my hair jasmine strings And intoxicating sweetness krishna does not smell. I show him sights familiar, familial krishna smiles, but he doesn’t see. … Continue reading

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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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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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