Monday, 21 March 2016

unloving and being unloved


there is a coffee stain (from a previous date) on the heart
a cut that gets bigger and bigger after every wash
there is a memory that refuses to go away
but the details have been taken care of
why lie and say nothing has changed
you no longer fit like you used to
tearing at the corners from my skin
when did I get too much for you?


tuck me in and say goodnight (goodbye)
tuck me in and say goodbye (tell me to grow)
tuck me in, don't say a word
tuck me in and quietly go.

Wednesday, 16 March 2016


an ode to tinder

one corner of Mumbai is hot today, another lovely, another stuck in its room
the walls move from off-white to blue, and so many shades of old
jumping back and forth in seconds- from sheer honesty to pretense
i like my whiskey most days of the week, it makes me happy
i read and read and read till my eyes are sore, I’m boring
spot the truth, spot the lie, play hide and seek with words
i do not know the sound of your voice, the crack of your laugh
is their dishonesty in your eyes, comfort in your cheeks?
i do not know, do not tell me, please do not try

one heart feels empty today, another too full, one is missing
the messages move from long to short, to no words at all.

a game of match, unmatch, bye.