If you haven’t watched / listened to Sarah Kay’s Spoken word poem, A Love Letter from a ToothBrush to a Bicycle Tire, you should:
There is an old family house, built on flattened out contours on the left side of a mediocre mountain, that is now void of its makers. One was a nice man, but a drunkard, who had taken his own life insidiously. His wife, everybody called her Maati (माती), was a giving lady. Their son, a little […]
Last night I had a horrid dream. Bone shaking me to my core, I have never had such a sweaty nightmare ever before. I dream very less (if I do, I don’t remember most of them). Last night’s -mare ingrained in my memory very starkly. Details need too much background information about my family members. […]
A Travelogue about Leh-Ladakh, India.
Read: and this : Snails, Day 1.5 – Santorini, Greece 2nd July, 2017 Alright now that the reading is done, I’ve some things to say about the things that you read in the title of this blogpost and some things that I found very relatable in both of these posts/experiences. I didn’t comment on the facebook […]
Self Post This is actually very frightening that I think about the property value that my maternal grandfather will pass onto us on his death. I don’t want to take anything from that person. Even the ink pen that he gave me makes me want to throw it away on the road sometimes. But then […]
Previously I wrote an ode to socks on a prompt. It highlighted the fact that I reuse socks after they stop stinking about a week or so later, and ultimately throw them out. Here have a read: #socks #yopowrimo #ode #funny My brother and I are going to sing this and share soon 😉 AN […]
Suggested Title: Why We Tell Stories From the Ancient Sanskrit Terse Texts to Modern Day Gossips Recent Collection of Stories: First We are going for a one day trek in the mountains, moderate climb, tents and all. While in the way to get my cousins from Chandigarh, me and my brother saw a drunk man, […]
I wish I could be a book I could send myself to you in envelops and postcards over a laconic lifetime rungs of ladder climbed waded through like the push of legs in the water, over sand chewing on the words you sent. We, are a family now, some privileged in the boundaries of grandiloquent […]
Last night hailed thunderstorm from all over the places and directions, it was windy and later it got rainy. This morning, it was one of those mornings when the ceiling fan is not needed yet you still want it to rotate with the whirling of the winds that comes fresh after touching the mountains around. […]
A House where the adjacent master bedroom to the kitchen has a big window at the top for supposed ventilation. That means that I can’t go into the kitchen late in the night and find something to eat or drink water impromptu because Mum’s room will get illuminated with almost cold twilight of the kitchen tube light. […]
A week ago, I wrote When Family Becomes A Distant Memory. Khawaja Musadiq, a wonderful wonderful poet turned it into a poem, thousand times more beautiful. Although he doesn’t know the context and details I wrote the blog post in, nonetheless he wrote so beautifully. surviving on a bleak glimmer of h o p e , […]
Poems, Penises, Babies, Hard Work, Deadlines, Exams
For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]
I do not know if I’m worth this, but: Will you always love me? Loving me has been described in a hundred ways, ninety-nine of which are my own metaphors. A storm in a teacup, a hurricane racing down a blind alley, a cloud with no fixed course. You are the author of the hundredth, […]
It was 5:30 on a Tuesday morning. The air was quivering and the sunlight was yet to throb. By the time I was just about to arrive at the entrance of the joggers park ahead of a colony of dilapidated bare brick labor houses where the smell of hamaan took my by surprise, over a […]
I googled what buff meant, means. Vocabulary.com was the only real rescue, it tells you everything about a word! It’s google for english words, really. Here see for yourself. Pingback URL
The grandmother is living her last days alone, in the village that is all the she has ever known. Where I spent my childhood, spent days playing cricket with village boys who would have a bowling run up bare feet no matter if we were playing on cement, on road or on the recently harvested […]
I’m not a country music expert. But from the country music that I’ve listened to, from Keith Whitley to Keith Urban, I’ve personally loved what Kacey Musgraves writes and the music that is produced over those lyrics (or vice-versa). For about an year I had her My House song both as a caller and alarm ringtone. Needless […]
This is LOL 🤣, Weekly List of Lit issue #13! You can know about what this curation is and why I started it, here. If You want to read the previous curations Want to get notified when the next week’s curation of good literary/arty links is up, in your email inbox, you can follow LOL: Weekly List of Lit Medium Publication. Also! The exciting part […]
It’s a viscous loop isn’t it? Experiences create tendencies, and tendencies in turn create experiences. Where’s the source? I watched a video lately. A friend suggested it to me. I still have this and other playlists to watch, and even more. Yoga Vashishtha for starters. But the question, where is the source? Source is in […]
I went to a surprisingly less number of treks and trips when I was in college. Reasons (or excuses) being My classmates weren’t particularly adventurous, well most of them. The friends that were, never really asked me out for no other primary reason than my erratic responses. I’ll be completely honest. There were times when the […]
When you call an Uber driver to tell him that you’ve booked a cab (in India it is very common that a cabbie would cancel your ride for this unworthy reason that you didn’t call him/her/they to tell where to come, even though you’ve put an exact location), and he has said that he’ll be […]
My mum married at 22. She has some of my childhood photographs but no video. So she, my brother and I revisit my mischiefs by the mimics my mother emulates from when I was small. This one time, mum came home tired after school (she’s a high school physics teacher). She mimics how I kept […]
I’m on a motorbike a lot. I’ve my father’s Royal Enfield (a.k.a Bullet a.k.a Bullt (Punjabi folks would understand)), and I’ve a Yamaha Fazer. This noon when I got out to run some errands, I found an unusual lot of people on their two wheelers with their headlight on during the daylight. I get irritated […]
What is Yoga ? Yoga is "Chitta Vritti Nirodha". Anything that frees the mind from it's five modulations . Fantasising, Wanting to prove/disprove, Lack of understanding, dwelling in past memories and sleep. The mind is in either one of these modulations throughout the day. What happens when the mind is freed from these five […]
Okay, before I forget I’ve had an idea. Instead of Smell cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you I’ve to write a song with the same tune and rhythm for belly fat! It’s been a two years since I stopped playing college basketball. I recently came back from my Nani’s (maternal grandmother) place. In India, it’s […]
I don’t know what the word qualm means, so let’s see what google says: Last night, I was walking on the road with my mother after dinner. We’ve recently shifted to a small, congested two bed room apartment (the space is worth one bedroom apartment) after we had to leave the big house provided by government, […]
These are some of the poems that I’ve co written with people. These specific poems follow an alternating pattern, meaning some/one line(s) alternated between both poets. via Daily Prompt: Collaboration Pingback URL
This lock and its key, which guard the back gate of my Nanu and Nani’s (maternal grandparents) house, is 60 years old! Talk about artefacts hun! Weekly Discover Photo Prompt (It’s reflecting the sun light! :D)
For Amruta Ghate Far from people getting nuts, partying, drinking, throwing up (why is it called throwing up, when pukes goes down?) from the honking cars and mazes made out of vehicles on Bengaluru roads there was a hospitable place on first floor. Twenty something people coming up with themselves and some poems instantly made like […]
I was coming back to home from the market after purchasing a box of curd, when it dawned on me. No wait… (Ziiiiizz zzziiip… (the sound of rewinding)). It wasn’t when I was walking back that is dawned on me. It had started dawning on me when I saw the picture of my mother’s paternal grandfather, in […]
Hello! I run a weekly curation of good lity/arty links and things I visit online in a week. The latest issue is out! LOL Issue #12 — (7–13 May, ’17) On the above link, you’ll find the following. If you like what I curate, please make sure you follow the medium publication, so that I could notify […]
After the Daily Prompts Prompt Maze. A maze was inging too much in the 1940s knowing not to do elsewhat. It’s been doing it ever since. I think the peak was during the World War 2, what else could it be? If you are a historian / history enthusiast, you could conjecture, tell me things I […]
Today a very strange thing happened. Today was my little brother’s entrance exam for a University (unlike America for example, not all universities admit people on a centralized exam like SAT, GMAT or GRE). In India, at least for engineering admissions, there are ton loads of exams (which I’m superbly against, I want my brother […]
I’ll be straight to the point, the nature of the slam poetry is heavily influenced by American poetry, and no doubt about that, slam poetry was born in America. My problem is that we usually do not get to see other flavors. What’s the most popular flavor of spoken word poetry? Mental awareness. Before you […]
I can’t think of a particular demarcation line, the memory is too spread out and vague. But I can guess. First of all a background most of the boys go through, making fun of pink like it was worth it. Girls’ pink colored shoes, tops, the pre conspired assumption that girls are pink all. This […]
Okay, so nails. This is a story of nails. Not necessarily just mine, but it is a story of nails. Nails, the dead cells elongated at the tip of our fingers and toes. Nails, which I almost always cut in time. Nails. Okay, so nails. I started cutting my own nails when I was in […]
Interminable sticky hug to a sheet or pillow morning summer dreams, pseudo waking up, Hammer of the sun, hitting the anvil, a hard calloused hand trying to fight the restlessness the heat irritates its cancer with.
THE REAL IRON MAN He has an iron hand, full of wait of coal burnt almost like a cave man lifting the weight of a person’s dirt and pressing it over to its core so the next time an ironed shirt is worn, it smells of sun charged like solar flares, flat creases transfigured into […]
A poet’s letters to his muse found 99 years after his death She, the stories behind the scenes that he covered up in the lifelong attempt, to give into writing. I know he didn’t have an option. I just wish the unaddressed letters that I write and have written to people reach them before any […]
It is a strange feeling. It’s a step yet it has so many infinitesimal sub-steps under it, so many if conditions applied to each one. I was just wondering what it’d be like to find places and roam around them. Especially if the places are in other countries. Meet people, spend nights in their rooms, […]
You dear boy are not shy, you do not reverse yourself at the back of a room or a conversation, no. You are just a little too patient, and sometimes a little too impatient, like little, innocent kids are, and that is alright provided that you keep listening. You’ll find lavish and spendthrift clocks, ticking […]
Amazing, curve of an arm, wave of a hand speed breaking over the stretch marks on lower back feeling the lines like the habit of taking corners of clothes and sheets pressing in between the gaps of two fingers, a pleasure no one else ever even sees. Wrap of an arm, making the […]
Cockroaches, I can understand that if you had our ears, you would run at the screams of my little sister, who screams like she had seen a monster crawling on the walls of the washroom when instead she had just seen you strolling in the late evening basking the glory of tubelight. But me, I […]
Today, the market was a weekday, meek customers at the whims of seemingly fixed and unbalanced prices ₹ 30 per half kg but ₹ 50 per kg. A Sikh woman gaunt as a twig with a kirpaan hanging fast, hopeful that the plastic utensils, the plastic strainers and the muddlers will find their way to […]
When you raise your head up in the vegetables and fruit market so many people your eyes have to attend to mud filled aisles become hermetic, people bargaining margin of 10 rupees become a pantomime, a story written by feet pens on mud canvas, extra vegetable leaves cut aside, the open backs of mini trucks […]
I was so proud of the fact that I didn’t have to take the help of the other hand, to keep it out of the underwear during the duration of peeing. And this was relatively unhealthy habit until I was advised against it but, I used to not use my hands at all. I’d just unzip, […]
Kahan. It’s a Hindi word which translates to Where? Literally.
The way I see it
I only have two options
one: to die with the secret
because father would never admit
that he has started smoking again.
two: that I confront it
and ask why, despite being
a heart patient for over 10 years.
How roses stink to high heaven
from dark woods to open sky.
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