And he left me hanging there.
On the easel, that is. I’ve been waiting for him to start his work on me for quite some time, but for the last few days, he jus... Read More...
So I was in a rickshaw, returning from office to home, music in my ears. And I imagine I'm in a club, slightly drunk, hence free of inhibitions. I jump onto d... Read More...
Painting by Kashish Seth
Dear lover do not even think
I do not know what you think,
This is madness that you see
Because madness was always within me.
You wouldn’t perhaps decipher
You may even wonder
At such incoherence language of m... Read More...
Painting by Kashish Seth
Like a long lost person whose arrival has delayed
This rain, this monsoon suddenly came to surprise you
When you ha... Read More...
Why does my heart flutter
at the slightest glimpse of your face?
Why does my pulse race
when I see your sauntering grace?
Why does my breath catch
ever... Read More...
"So you swing both ways?" my friend commented. "Yeah!" I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear and twinkling my jhumka. "My chances to be your lover are divided between two genders?" he shifted closer to me, earning few uncomforting look at us fro... Read More...
'No pic no reply' - a poem. Image: Brijesh Sukumaran.
I said:
My mind forbids
pinging you
but my heart doesn't comply.
All they said was: "no pic, no ... Read More...
He stands there, resplendent in hid traditional white kurta and mundu. He is getting married. His beautiful bride, clad in her gorgeous traditional silk saree... Read More...
In your eyes
I see a twinkle no star can boast of,
I see a light that mocks the Sun,
I see the depth of seven oceans,
I see the calm of a Spring eve,
I see the blue of Winter skies.
In your eyes
I see dreams of mine come alive,
I see vist... Read More...
Read the first, second, third and fourth parts of this story.
I told Vasu, if there was anything I had learned in my short years on earth, it was that life i... Read More...
Read the first, second and third parts of this story.
Within seconds, two things were clear: Vasu had little experience with this level of intimacy, but he w... Read More...
Twirling smoke
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
Around me
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers
You come to me like a poem
Out of nowhere
And lay naked on the white bed
Of my diary
I... Read More...