Saturday, December 17, 2011


i found myself saying
nobody understands

how ironic
i used to turn to you
in times 

like these

what hurts most
is not
that you're not here

but that
you won't be here
or the days after

you will miss
my milestones
they will miss you

without you
the world
seems unbalanced.

Monday, December 12, 2011


cuts you up
into pieces

suddenly life
is divided
into with
and after you

did you leave
if only..
so many
if onlys

but you left
so quickly
i trust you
might have done
yourself good

you took
a part of me 
with you
and left yourself
with me

dear boy
i will miss you madly
you knew that.

Friday, December 02, 2011


I don't know
if I can
carry you around

I try to
shrug you off
but you cling tightly

how do I forget?
let me try
to put you in a song

maybe somebody
will listen
and make it theirs

maybe my piano
will drain
you out of me

maybe you'll become
a melody I will hum
without thinking.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

or never

time will tell you
when the time is right.

Monday, November 07, 2011


wheels roll
parallel to
white lines 
that merge into mirages
in the distance

highway dhabas
and gas stations
line the road
a luxury hotel
stands alienated

small, quaint towns
of colourful houses
and chai shops
vibrant, bustling
take the left at the circle

trucks with
brightly painted backsides
horn ok please, tata!
enfields overtake
tilted buses

dhoti-clad farmer
and a group of cows
amble alongside
cars, in
cud-chewing nonchalance

snakes sprawl lazily
across your path
sunbathing beside
fields of green, golden
yellow and mud-brown

at night
dip your lights
in the darkness
luminous stickers
look ominous

driving along
finding fresh roads
following directions
getting lost
feeling light

belonging to
neither here
nor there
but to everything
in between milestones

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

beautiful grey suit
your shoes shine
attention-grabbing gloss
reflecting an image
you have to live up to

you tried the short-cut
there were too many cars
on the longer route
your path turned out filthy
the rich kind, but filthy

now you sign
all those deals
under the table
behind glass doors
high-profile smooth talkers

i'm not sure
which is worse
your lies
or your lack of guilt

of lost ideals
you could invest firstly
in a spine.

Friday, September 16, 2011

wasting weather

cloudy windy day
the kind that
makes your hair dance
in an auto

on tank bund
the lake is full
of waves
in sync with

the music
on my ipod
"yeah they were dancin'

and singin'
and movin'
to the grooooovin!' "

whaiiit boyy"
i chant loudly

auto anna
smiles amusedly
in the mirror

the new fountains
on hussain sagar
actually look pretty cool

woohoo, what
weather this is
but it's outside now

some days
are just not meant for
sitting at office desks.

Sunday, August 21, 2011


I ran away
from the urgency of time
till it couldn't keep up
I took shelter
beneath an old tree
till I felt my skin
breathe the earth
under this beautiful vast sky
that promises
to never let go.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


ignore the shit
and get on with it.

Friday, July 15, 2011


like a moth to a flame
in the darkness
of a power cut

hovering around
the candle ring
carefully dodging,

but at times
almost dipping
into the yellow, clumsily

i keep coming back
even if i don't want to
i wish i could leave

i wish i could leave
but i'm here

because i forgive
so easily
every time

wait! the power's back
the flicker dies
in a whoosh

i'm free.

*this won third plaze in the Illuminati 2011 contest

Friday, July 08, 2011


the more you reveal
the more
you puzzle me
redress yourself
in all those layers
i'll understand you better.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

city rain

thick clouds,
jumbled wires
around a pole

brown leaves dance

across windshields
honking, packed cars

oranges sit brightly

on a cart, almost radiant
with anticipation

banging doors

and windows
a woman rushes

into her balcony

pulling at
clothes on the railing

at the bus stop

people huddled together
knowing they'll be stranded

the crescendo, activity

breaks at its peak
into the first few drops.

Saturday, July 02, 2011


on sterling road
puttu and kadalacurry

kodak studio
piano sounds
drifting in from
nearby music square

haddows road
an old favourite
with its big trees

and the red warmth
of oxford bookstore
familiar college road,
alliance, the irezumi board

kids hanging out
at ispahani, shopping at
khader nawaz khan road

in the centre
of all the traffic,
the maddening one-ways,
the buildings, big and little

rises,with humbling grace,
the beautiful white
loyola spire, embracing

the chennai sky.

Saturday, June 18, 2011


sometimes far
is too far
how far away
is near?

Sunday, June 12, 2011


the sea
raw, brown
of the earth

lit up the sky
in a warm golden
the sun, a glowing red

black ripples
birthed and broke

barefeet sunk
into the softness, gathering
wet sand between toes

which we had
to wash away

so when my feet
sink into fresh earth that
i might learn to welcome

i only want to remember
what was beautiful
what beautiful was.

Saturday, June 04, 2011


thank you
for keeping me away
from you.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011


I'm startled
by this late revelation
maybe if you had
told me
a few years back
it would have
been different now
but you didn't
and that's that.

Sunday, May 29, 2011


you poked around
on purpose, grinning
tearing the shell

there's no cover

have you been
to the fair recently?
they now sell
unbreakable bubbles.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

how it works

he died
and his ideals
died with him

you sold his stuff
and made your bucks

Monday, May 09, 2011

the magic

some connections
cut across
and countries

and sometimes
all the pleasure
lies in knowing
that it's there.

Thursday, May 05, 2011


dry rancid laughter
rings through the smoke
heavy, weary
in alley darkness

a voice breaks
in a jagged scrape
as she sings
breaking through

the noise
the pin-prick
shielded by pride

finding her way
with familiar, bitter ease
she laughs at them,
their glass hearts

she sings
the crowd weeps
she smokes
she lives tomorrow. 

*thoughts on listening to Lady by Regina Spektor

Tuesday, April 05, 2011


have we
worn each other
and have we
worn each other out

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


he flung it suddenly
across the room
head in hands
sobbing, shaking

what life was this
correction fluid

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


two wires
stick out of a wall
front legs
of a giant spider
almost comical

four legs
buried in the wall
stick out

two large eyes
follow you
around the room
fixed to the wall
fixed on you

two wires
poke out of a wall
intruding, disturbing
two wires
of a door bell

shiny metal
completes the circuit
and shuts out
the eyes
that constantly watch

box them all up
into the wall, sealed
along with everything else
get used to the ringing
till it no longer alarms.

Friday, March 18, 2011


tired eyes,
everyday, yet
bright face

what would I do
without your smile
to return to

Tuesday, March 01, 2011


you apologise
and I say okay
even if I'm not sure
I want to 

those unforgiving
have it easier.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

so forget the world
and play
what's on your mind

let your notes wander 
like cotton seeds, settling
upon those unsuspecting

we'll walk
this night through
fearlessly, because

this is just
our untitled song
from an unknown album

Sunday, February 20, 2011

chai wala

little boy,
brown shirt,
khakhi shorts

skipping through
narrow alleys
with your chai carrier

and your constant,
cheeky grin
hanging around

curiously, as
groups of people chat
leaning against the wall

cigarettes lit,
some planning weekends
some talking of previous ones

others taking you
through the day
and office politics

you listen carefully
as you wait for the glasses
to the 4 pm gossip

knowing that the rest
awaits you tomorrow
no story remains unfinished.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

after they all sleep

empty basketball court
silence shifts restlessly
under a clear night sky

Monday, February 07, 2011

you are my own
and only mine
you cannot be shared.

Saturday, January 29, 2011


quietly you breathe
against me


there is none
on and on
on and on

Thursday, January 20, 2011

crowded road
loud honking
people dodging cars
bikes dodging people

nonchalant large buses
sneak up behind you
you've just enough time
to jump out of their shadows

post lunch walk
take the left near
the alu bonda stall
away from the main road

visit the fig tree
scarlet and green
near the old
moss-covered house

kids play cricket
and the old lady
with the stick, sits
outside her house, watching

chickens, look
how this one's grown
since last week
cheep cheep cheep

large brown dog
strolls near
the ashoka tree, the one
with the wild, free branches

in the large dose of peace
offered by this village
inside the city.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011


I quit