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Acid Rain
I wrote this poem in response to a writing prompt “Eye in the Sky” - the brief was “Write about someone who is desperate for something. They should look up at the sky frequently. Describe how the sky looks at that particular time.”
I wasn’t sure if I should break the stanza after “vermillion”, but I prefer this unbroken version, I think.
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Tennis and Habits: Creative Non-fiction Assignment #1
Wrote this piece in response to the first assignment in a writing workshop that I am currently attending, on creative non-fiction. The exercise was to write a three paragraph story that begins with a wide-angle perspective, then looks closer, and finally zooms into something that’s meaningful to the narrator/protagonist. Word limit of 500 words.
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Those ‘Small hours’
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Four little alternating pieces
Compromise
My happiness is
derived from small little things,
and greatness stymied.
Repercussions
Her observations
fill my days with contentment
I don't desire;
A summertime caesura
arrives, bringing misery.
When she laughs
When she laughs, her eyes,
exploding in happiness,
simplifies our world.
Weddings
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Five not so easy pieces: #2
After the rites
In the burning Ghats
I watch tired bodies praying
for a cleaner death.
Spring
When the weather turns
a harp plays inside my bones
and ripples my soul.
Hooked Under
Gulmohar petals
trapped under my car's wiper
struggle to break free
like bra hooks in the hands of
an over eager lover.
The commerce of words
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Five not so easy pieces
Silences
This brooding silence,
echo of a despondence
that our road ends here.
Renovation
Mason breaking tiles,
shrouded in a dusty haze
I watch and resist
an immaterial grief
rising from the detritus.
Linger
In the school lobby
I listen, till she completes
Her swimming lesson;
She was born for the water
I, to linger in daydream.
Burnt Waters
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Character
Been a while since this blog has heard from Thoreau. This was on my feed today, and it left an impression enough that I highlight it here.
We falsely attribute to men a determined character; putting together all their yesterdays and averaging them, we presume we know them. Pity the man who has a character to support. It is worse than a large ( Read more... ) -
Times three
For the last time tonight,
the neighbourhood falls
into a fitful sleep,
having been woken,
first by fighting dogs
coming intensely alive
when the street’s last lights
no more dim the moonshine
on their slack bodies,
then by cabs returning
back to their lonely homes
tired evening shift workers
with their packed food boxes
and chalk white headphones;
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When the Brahman stayed a while
A wise and ancient Brahman
Traveling on his time machine
Chanced on my digital footprint
In row 911 of his eternal database
And humbly asked me to teach
Him the secret of friendship;
But I am nobody, I told him,
Showed him a few others instead,
Stunned by all that he saw, he
Marvelled at our amicable age,
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Two Tankas and a Haiku
Relationships
Friendless and lonely
He intensely feels the like
Of acquaintances.
Summer
A sheet of rain breaks,
Abruptly, the gulls descend
down to the branches.
Standing underneath, I soar
silently into their world.
Reverie
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