8 May 2012

Imagining Yesterday

rosedust of dawn
traced on my fingers
brushed off my eyelids
with the harshness only familiarity brings

skin on skin
"they're almost kin", they'd say
with noses growing into each other's
eyes that slant and droop
pendulous drops of lovedew

extended beings of rosedust
swatches of love in the sky
we moved to a time of our own
ate purple clouds of wonder
woke up and stretched
between realities
with traces of pink rust
there would always be rosedust

31 Jul 2011

Mischief Managed

Dated: 29th July, 2011 | Studio: Tattoo Star | Artist: Vishal (Extreme left) 

3 Jul 2011


Ever heard dusk falling in on you? 
Like soft chimes on a desert wind 
Muted by their own resonance 
ripples and ripples

25 Jun 2011

From Letters Past

We wove stories into time.
Little stories, never meant to be told, only to be lived and forgotten. 

14 Jun 2011


Let us sit at the corner shop
Drink flower-of-sunshine malt
and stroke lilies with the tenderness of dragonflies.

We've lived centuries of pleasure and pain
Let us rest now.

8 Jun 2011

Of House Elves and Children's Tales

"That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to understand. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped."
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows