High on NY

Bagels and pretzels smell like the morning, Of businesswomen rushing to board meetings… Starbucks in one hand, Louis Vuitton in the other, Manhattan is for the materialistic, they say… But in between the narrow spaces in perfectly applied fake lashes, The powerful strains of Christine’s anguish resound, As a phantom from the shadows makes her…

Two Of Me

There are two of me that live inside our humble, little home. The red me; bold and fiery, alive with every beat of our heart. The white me; boring and broken, living because we must. The red me wants to pack a lifetime in each breath we take. The white me complains that even one…

A silent storm: Irom Sharmila

“Irom fasted for 16 long years, in the hope that her suffering would bring change. She broke her fast last year when she realized that she needed to find another way in the face of the establishment’s indifference. She contested elections this month and received only 90 votes, as opposed to her opponent, Okram Ibobi Singh,…

The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights, Two breasts and a butt; A hole to fuck, For all days of the year but one. My intellect is a mark Of my unattractive androgyny. My sass is too ugly. Your macho instincts need A coy little lamb, For all days of the year but this….

If life was a piece of homework

If life was a piece of homework, My first attempt would get me a B. My teacher would call me to her desk, And show me the smart kid’s grades, And ask me, “will you do better next time?” And I’d bob my head, in an earnest ‘yes’.   If life was a piece of…

Outpour

The dying embers of passion stir within me, My aged beauty longs to charm again. It yearns for the timelessness to be, as it searches for a reality long undone.   The blood in my marrow boils with my need, To be held and loved and fawned over. I cry over my crinkled reflection; I…

To Ma, with Love

It is 2017. This year in May, it will be the 10th anniversary of my mother’s passing. I wrote the following piece when I was about 17. And every word of it is still as relevant as it was all those years ago. All that has changed is that I’m older and wiser, and maybe…

Have You Seen My Lost Little Heart

Have you seen my lost little heart? I lost it early that morn…. I followed fast and jumped with a start, as I heard the strange strain of a horn.   Have you seen my lost little heart? I lost it while playing in the wood….. I muddied my clothes, once so smart, as I…

Ecstacy

I see the sun setting over the horizon, I hear the din of people walking home, Wherever that may be. The dirty streets full of slush tell a story of their own, While I walk home alone to ecstasy. Sappy moments on ancient sitcoms, Stories half remembered, reconstructed with a fresh stab of pain, At…

Ramblings of a Bulimic

Pastries are love, but not the kind I can wrap around myself, When I need the warmth of Something real. Wine is sweet, but only as long As it lingers on the tip of my tongue, Sending a buzz to my head. My twisted figure is good For a night’s lay in a drunken man’s…

An Echo in the Forest of Holy Basil

O the Lord of my heart, I thirst for a glimpse of thee… The shadows dance in her austere hut, as Meera chants thy name in yearning. The weeds of words are plenty here…. but not one flower, worthy so to be blessed in thy sweet remembrance. Meera sings and whirls, in the forest of…

For the Love of Children

I wish I were your mother, to share my love with you….. It’s hard to kiss you to sleep, And not have you know it too…..   I wish I were your mother, to hold you close to my heart…. I have so much to say to you, But I don’t know where to start….