in an alternate reality, a bored tree tries to render the obscure precise - a newly born dog, its apt fucking fate to encounter a human...

engineered rookies and medical teams, rocking a rupee and few dreams, how gray these calamities feel, being slapped around for the...

what good do these words do except help one spend a few wasting lives in an ideal world, perhaps stir some blues, low and crisp, acoustic...

plenty petty pennies in the name of pilani, four years of drought under the clouds of queries...

nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to be, absolute stillness in awe of the cosmos...

let's not sweat the small stuff and go someplace where breathing is easy, where rain pours down from soft spring clouds that have lost...

dear rafa, it's been a million seconds since a million seconds towards love and the numen of that love seems to have called it a day, and...

the turbines turn, the silhouettes palpitate, the hedges soak in nectar, the clemency fades and tides of delectation singularly personify...

dear robin, your tale and mine resemble the saddest parts of poetry, they resemble the echoes of febrile ghosts lurking in the...

i'm the distant stare in a philosopher's eyes, i'm the cold blood in a murderer's heart, i'm the throne of a beheaded king, i'm the womb...

a blind superhero, the ogre doubly so, little did they know that innocent smiles were volatile and strange goodbyes were juvenile ...

is it the reveille or the knell, is Popeye Cafe deprived of its swell, is it the confusion between Apple and Dell, or, is it the ...

here he lies, on his bed again off he flies, alleys full of stain. alleys in the farthest corner of his mind, alleys that could've helped...

no faces to remember, no last words too cambrous, no eulogised farewells, only a deserted sidewalk of a deserted hometown sticking out ...

as far as i can remember, it was my tuition teacher's daughter who had confessed to the existence of 200 grams of her feelings for me ...

a young woman, hardly nineteen yet, married off to a distant village on the same side of the river finds herself becoming the eldest ...

it took the ogre eighteen years and eighteen weeks to become an overnight success, and then, the nineteenth year came along ...

father, a neutron star, once a red giant amidst half-orphaned younger brother nebulae, once a protege without a master, now a master...

the abode of the rains loses its clouds once again, pours its moist indifference over the pluviophile seemingly taking him back in time...

i look for you every time i pass by the old french pavilion and recognize the idle trees silently grumbling about the emptiness that now...