Monday 19 December 2016

Holiday Games





The winds came home, from all the 8 directions, reuniting with their brothers for the holidays. In pomp and merriment, they whistled together creating a gale of dangerously low wind chills across the grid city. 

Then one of them suggested they pitch their favorite white tent in their backyard. So they blew fiercely over the strongest trees, to find potential stakes that could withstand their gusto and enthusiasm. 

And then went looking for that great grand cover. It had been carefully stowed away, that thick white blanket of pristine clean pillowy-ness. 

They picked it up from the corners to unfurl it gently, and sprawled in different directions to spread it out evenly across the floor. 

A million feathery-white flakes fell rapidly from the skies, enveloping all of New York in a warm embrace. 

And yet no one realized that in the midst of the cold, nature was trying so hard to be inclusive.

Monday 12 December 2016

Mending Projections


With careful deliberation, 
she wiped off the decaying patches 
of a forgotten green poster,
erased those smudges of tainted grime 
that collect between the cracks,
and blurred its character into the foreground 
filing away at all the rough edges.

A grainy dissolution of time corroded on a wall
met the glossy acid of turpentine.

She threw blobs of bright brick-red paint, 
denying the wall any memories from the past.
And brought it home. 
For display.

Because even though she wanted to highlight 
an 'exposed brick' wall inside,
she wouldn't dare exhibit those patches of shame.

Yellow Umbrella

























They sit there
rustling with poise,
moving gracefully at the flick of an autumn wind's whim.

I stand below it, under a star-less sky.

Yet when I look up, it starts to feel warm again.