Monthly Archives: March 2012

That LOUD Colour called Maroon

Bedecked and bejeweled, and weighed down in a manner unseemly, she was marooned on the dais, assaulted by the smoke, aggrieved by the chants, struggling not to stumble, stall or fall as she took her first hesitant steps into bedlam … Continue reading

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Water Nymphet

Perched on the edge of the bath-tub, water drops tracing a teary line down her back, only to stay momentarily suspended from her straight strands, before continuing their journey downwards, the picture she cut was capable of making quite a … Continue reading

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Water-marks

Tentatively testing the waters, one pink-toed foot dipped in, delighting in the ripples, laughter spreading as infectiously as the notes of a signature symphony, seeing in the blueness a brilliance that only she could sight, she leapt in, lapping up … Continue reading

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The Slant (What’s the charm if one’s not askew?)

It’s quite green, pristine and clear on this side where light falls, bathing the tree in a glow divine. But then, you can’t ignore that unmistakable lean towards the murky, dark waters- cold and sticky but enticing just the same. … Continue reading

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G(loss)

Whence springs the sense of importance, that calm and collected spring of confidence, when acceptability is a cloak worn carelessly, a cloak that shrugs off clingers, lingers, walks on, one pigeon-toed step ahead of the other.

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On the cusp

Eyes complete with fake lashes, her mouth a red gash, the blouse slipping just off her shoulder, the saree draped in that captivatingly careless fashion, four-inch stilettos with the toes peeping out, she oozed sexuality. If this wasn’t a million … Continue reading

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Rock-a-bye baby

Why must i swing to extremes, insist on blacks and whites, stark and dark? Middle ground plateaus and lacks momentum i like the highs even when i’m swinging to a new low so long as i’m swinging.

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Hasta la vista, baby!

He knew it was bound to happen, sooner or later- she would slip out of his grasp and soar high. That was her destiny and he knew he had to let go and let her go. Yet, he couldn’t soothe … Continue reading

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Dreams of Blue

The palest blue sky, almost white, with not even a hint of azure, blank, vast and empty: why do i have to see it like this? a time when i dislike flowers, squint at their colours, shy away from people- … Continue reading

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Blemish

She felt tainted, marked, branded for life, held up for everyone to look down on and frown at. She peered closer into the hand-held mirror, anxiously wishing it away. Sigh, it was STILL there and shall be forever or so … Continue reading

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