Category Archives: Intoxication Induced

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

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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Kiss

The universe puts Two friends in a room Rolls a joint Makes them smoke it Soon he starts to sing And she laughs languishing on the bed. He lies beside her As they always do. He touches her body Trails … 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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Blind

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyant, put on weight and reformed herself. In these cards, I hold wealth and abundance she said from her tower overlooking Ulsoor lake. An emotional raven escaped his Poe and fluttered morbidly to the balcony. “Pay attention … Continue reading

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Letter to the Dispossessed

I didn’t know that the smells would haunt me. Scratch that. I did. Specifically, detergent mixed with the coconut on skin. I think it’s my most favourite smell in the world because it is you. It smells like home. Which … Continue reading

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Black

When you were lost, O krishna, I looked for you everywhere In the Tamil kavitheys of Bombay Jayashree And the coconut oil milled fresh and fragrant. When you were lost, O krishna, I looked for you everywhere In the curly … Continue reading

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The Birth of Baby

The baby would not be born. The mother did not believe in sacrifices or martyrdom. The mother grew taller instead. It was enough for now that one could enjoy the same sleeplessness of baby care all night long talking about … Continue reading

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