Theera ulaa

The wind shining through my curls Simply there I’d hunt for your presence in newly printed novels Kaatru veliyidai, Kaala veliyidai I’d buy you a pink shirt I’d run across metro stations with you Mel isaiyaai, min siragaai I’d curl around you and look like a neelambari nightmare But I’d sing to you in a croaky voice and…

Discoveries.

Since you don’t meet, I like to play hide-and-seek with your vowels. With your consonants. I compensate for everything with fully-formed, voluptuous, complete sentences and a serious dearth of text language. Suddenly, there are no shortcuts, there are only arduous, painstakingly handcrafted sentences I mutter to myself twice before sending over to you. I like…

Weddings

Tears/ angry curses/ shredded flight tickets/ 4 AM flights/dusty arrivals; red eyes/ reddened cheeks/ starry eyes/ the forced absence of misery; turmeric/ photographs/ jasmine/ perfume/ eyes singed with smoke; silence. sonorous chants/ gossip/ some more sweets, some more food; flowers. cars. walking. henna-ed hands/ adorned feet/ hair laden with hope; creaky smiles/ sleepless hands/ seven…

Back.

To old friends and trying to repair things, Yes. I’m coming back. To my running soles and flying feet, Off you go to the land of eternal sleep and awakening. To anger and hurt and holding onto air, My nails are sore, and I set you free. To you, to you too, Are you waiting…

Not same

Not same and not sane, sound pretty much the same. I think I’m not really sane, but then nothing is the same anymore; you aren’t either. I want to be able to tell you that I haven’t had a single episode of anxiety ever since we started growing comfortable with each other; my breath does…

Stay, I like you. 

“Stay, I like you.” “Don’t go, I feel like I’ll miss you.” “Thank you for everything, now please make your home in between my fingers and kiss me when I’m not looking for it.” “I have already started missing you. Is it because this time, I probably won’t be the one to drift away?” “I’m…

I wish you well. 

Oh, my Adeline.  My words have often lost their meaning to the winds and overuse. They have eroded to the point where they are the cracks on dry ground burnt to cinders by erosion, sunshine and basically, a bit too much of everything.  How then, will I encase what I feel for you in liquid,…

Rod

Rod, I have been thinking lately about you, Rod. It’s been so long, Rod. Do you remember how we walked almost a kilometer then sat down because we thought we were tired, but got up because we wanted to walk again and I wanted to kiss you – but we sat down again, twilight just…

About

But you see, our story is not quite over yet. It’s not about how beautiful that day had been when we walked around trying to do our job well. It’s not even about the grey jacket I wore that day and how it didn’t matter, how nothing mattered because that day, I was happy. Because…

Jahannum 

Jahannum is the word for hell it is the word on my tongue that tells me That my place isn’t hell, it is far worse; it is hidden in my mother’s sari with that embroidered edge,  Which she cried for.  it is under my father’s dark circles.  it is under the desk of the classroom…