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i think i saw blue roses not teal, not navy, just blue blue roses not in posses just this one solitary blue. P.S: Apologies to ‘The Glass Menagerie’ by Tennessee Williams ; title borrowed from there 🙂 P.P.S: Linked … Continue reading
Meghalaya: cloud flounces in azure and fuchsia and silken white lacy scallops; well, that was Meghalaya when i was nine. flounces, i still know: that is me every time you turn glib and gab me into disgraceful flow like an … Continue reading
the sound of rain drops striking the fine grains of stubborn red soil, the sudden spread of rainwater-wetness, leaving trails again and again- memories etched on soft, yielding ground, a few moments of rainy sounds. is it me or is … Continue reading
Scissored thoughts cut through that softly rainy day when the mist made a monocle of my glasses and i sat, a hollow one-eyed whisper, rummaging through that cup-board of carefully folded words which turned around and bit the day into … Continue reading
this is about what was, what could’ve been what never was, brimming with maybes in never-never land, orchidly eternal, violet and wildly beautiful.
In that moment I am alive, I exist, I matter, I AM matter, In that strand In your mind.
what is it about curly brackets that brace me, curl my lips in a smile unwilling, as i, in my blackened iris, see a hug, unconditional, not in parentheses, and say not ugh (and click my tongue to complete the … Continue reading
what i see out of the corner of my eye is what i’m looking for and stays, static. what i see is an eye that meets not mine, taking shelter instead behind thick-framed glasses, ah, but your forehead can’t hide, … Continue reading
i like what i see, the way the sun reflects off your glasses and lets me stare at you, deluding myself that i shall not be caught. why am i sneaky? is it because you’re squeaky and speak in whispers, … Continue reading