Our Misty Faraway Loves

Sunday afternoon I am quiet, with aspiration. I haven’t spoken for nearly forty hours. Through the glass windows, I hear the top of the trees rustling. I think the leaves are getting ready to mourn me. Soon the...

A smile is more real than a kiss Here in Bengaluru my longing amplifies, Becomes anxious. After years and decades of being away Here I am home, away from home. In Bengaluru. Here when folks see me, they long for where I...

Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child, Recedes, as if you were a stranger As if you will muddy her waters She too, began her indifference God, tell me, why everything Turns out like You...

You said it’s a miracle we met. I said I felt the same way. I said I was looking for you. I said I want to be your friend. Then there was a crash and a burn. I am still looking for reasons. Still counting the...

She said this morning, “I don’t know what I am in for, Am I lucky or unlucky…” Ask me why I didn’t say anything, And more important, why I didn’t feel Anxious that she said this. I...