Intrepid Inscape

If my memory serves me well then all that I am able to recall would be a part of me, defining my whole existence up until now. To have a semblance of coherence with all that amount of information running haywire across my body just as I try to remember your touch, for every ounce of our time together spent silently gazing towards a future lost in conversations and heartbreaks had left us bereft of each other. Does your pair of quavering eyes that met mine across the pallid cr

A casual afternoon walk that leads all those broken steps from our home, away to that quiet little olive pond, there I let my daydreams slowly sink and watch them disappear without a sound. I have spent countless hours ruminating how every last one of my wishful thinking would crest above those jaded waters, just before the weight of its grandeur drags me down with it to that abyss. Then I would lay there, still as a rock, with my idle mind anchored between the need to belong

What makes me relegate my feeble feelings? Time and again, smears of foreboding dark, arise from behind the veiled façade. Those shapeless shadows of my past reaching out for those vacant eyes like empty rooms weaving tales of grief. What makes them whisper ill omens of a forgotten time? Cure for the ailing? A sip of life for the dead? Oh, what miracles have I missed ruminating upon my miseries and my misfortunes! If only my worries were as minuscule as I often led others to

Never have I felt the need to tell you about those fleeting fancies I carried all these years, wrapped up with care, tethered to a...

I had to take the next flight out of the city.  Everyone was going home for the holidays.  Families, friends, lovers, genial strangers, ...

I wonder if we’ve learnt to deal with grief.  In these minute, miniscule steps of yesteryears,  so little choices, so...

Socrates dreams of my government child,  his life flies by in a frisbee tangent.  She still makes me wait on her gender bias, ...

There is no crescendo at the end of this tale.  No applause to see you off to a never beyond.  Only two open windows that mark your...

Round the glasshouse I chase a silhouette of you.   A mere concept of genuine longing and charm  that beguiles and belittles the senses...

If only these thoughts of you would manifest  within the consciousness of my mind—  like a vision of an angel swirling across  a...

Once, our large house bordered  two small empty plots   that belonged to then-elected   government official.    My father was led to...

Talking about reverence with a sneer;  what a delightful pastime we seem to have discovered!  I wonder if we were hell bent into...

I am bound to misplace my beliefs one day.  The brazen ethos of my people lies  heavy on values filled with pride, penance,   and...

Beyond the waking hours of my life, breathing fumes of terror and faith, I have drooled over dead remains of the society as it decays;...

I think I’ll set a reminder today,  so that I can be reminded tomorrow  and I’ll never have to remember again—     —my wilted aloes by...

The clouds seem to gently gather above; thin,  silver wisps of ethereal grace following an invisible path.  An ephemeral spectacle upon...

It was a singular desire to be with you. No buried intentions or in betweens to make you feel something more than I could have ever hoped...

Luna came to town today. She asked me to meet her by the station, in a coffee shop; nothing too fancy. She was leaving in the evening...

Koma means 'grandmother' in Rai language. This poem is an ode to grandmothers who have carried us through generations.

This poem is in the form of a sonnet and is inspired by the Japanese woodcut paintings called “ukiyo-e”.