living with (S)easonal (A)ffective (D)isorder

it is October now, and i am thinking of spring. I bead three dozen necklaces, to tick things off my chaotic list but the days pass painfully slow, and the unfelt feelings do not stop piling my love asks me if i am okay, and i nod in callous certainty but if okay were the…

mira//dev

mira, i think of you always/ but when i think of you next to the ocean, it’s different/the waves wash over the sand between my fingers and cleanse my impurities/ how do I cleanse myself of you? you’re here, alive, between every thought of mine/ i have with me a sea of our memories, won’t…

amidst all the chaos

my father and I, two years together and seventeen apart. we walk under moon and he tells me how he wishes he never missed all of my little moments- of my first drawing competition, my second step, my millionth fall. His sighs, and talks about the war, and the people he loved and lost. So…

prakash

The thought of society intervening and effectively destroying his interests had been nagging away at him. It wasn’t easy to decide; it appeared to be a Hobson’s choice in any case. ‘But inconsequential thinking is a waste of time’, he thought and brought his attention back to the screen. His professor was explaining genome evolution,…

Noor’s Aaftab

730 days. The wind was howling with a ferocity that made the hollow trees shiver violently. A little yellow light flickered overhead as she sat poring over the letter she had been writing. There were things that didn’t need to be said and then there were things that needed to be, six days and yet…

p o e t r y//

You tried to change, didn’t you?Wore your hair in braids and knots because it brought out your pretty eyes,something that made you softer,eyes that were dark during the dayand darker at night.You should have listened to herwhen she told you that nothing everends poetically and the only reasonwe chase tragedy is for the taste ofsurvival,…

homewards//

Forty-four days since we left the city, mother said we were going on a journey so we took everything we owned, and began a walk that hasn’t end yet. The baby is crying so much, she hasn’t stopped since we began and I know there will be no silence, until the heat subsides. In the…

an year in passing

I think it’s all beginning to make more sense now. Essentially, there is no purpose to this life. We live on till we can’t, by which I mean we die. All of this enlightenment has come to me in waves; strong currents of feeling like everything is futile which only added to my overall hopelessness….

i’m over you

my best friend told me that it’s okay to miss you in moments where i am by myself doing that thing I picked up from the days spent running with you. oh, i have moved on, i walked past all we could be when I felt in my bones the loss of the boy i…

trains

Amma used to tell me that when I was six I would stand pressed against the the netted door of our balcony and look at the trains that passed by, my eyes so lost in the  movement that she would call my name a hundred  times before I tore my gaze and finally looked away…