“How much do I love her?” she asks. I know not what to say, for my love is not a one nor a zero it is. It is analog, not a line, let alone linear. Each person, each thing, gets not affection on a scale. I can’t plot it on a graph, to fathom it, […]
Miracle
7 tubes hooked her 83 year-old body to some kind of support or another. There were no signs of improvement. She was declared brain dead by the doctors. Only a miracle could save her. Her dearest one visited her every day. He would spend some time with her. Try to make her smile. Say sweet […]
shhhh…
Stillness, it scares us. Silence disquietens. The wordlessness is disturbing. The quiet quite unnerving. We grab a book, we put on music. A long-pending chore we take on with vengeance. They are our friends – books, music and even chores. They shield us from the silence that shrieks. Protection we need, from the person we’ve […]
Love and Other Wars
Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love… …this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love. […]
Missed Connections
An atheist, he was. Today though, he prayed. He had to die. Soon. Green beeping lights, isn’t life. A body connected to tubes isn’t alive. A proud atheist, he prayed – not to God – to mother nature. She missed his call. She was busy killing people in a war, in the name of God. […]
Citizens of No Place
She was good, he bad. He felt good, she bad. At times, they lay in-between. She was happy, she was sad. He was loving, he was nasty. They tried middle ground. They knew not what they were missing – beyond the linearity of neutral and extremes, was a place with nothingness, a space of bliss. […]
sixteen
i felt sixteen, you made me feel that way. to the world, it sounded vain. me though? you took me to a world far away, for i always wanted to be sixteen, you know… even when i was sixteen. come, make me feel sixteen anew. come, let’s be sixteen-ish together again.
say something
I want to say something to you, but know not what it is. Or maybe it is the nothing that I want to share with you, the blank, the empty, the melancholy.
defying rules
Even self-made ones. Such a rebel, she is.
the love is always there
She bore you for months nine, She took the pain as you came into the world, She denied you things that you liked, for your own good, For the love was always there. He was not there the day you were born, He wasn’t around for your successes, that he was providing for, He […]