Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy was one of the earliest tunes I learnt to play on a guitar a friend had lent to me. Two chords strummed with such enthusiasm, the rhythm didn’t matter. We didn’t care about getting the pitch right Even if someone thought we should. Just another memory from the times when we made … Continue reading Learning to play
So here's another collab with Swati Singh. You can check out the earlier collaboration here, and do check out her Instagram page. I'm also open to collaborate with other forms of art. If you have some visual art - a photograph / illustration / sketch / painting or anything else you like - and would … Continue reading Revisit
Day 13 of the lockdown. I only know days by numbers now. Weeks have merged into each other and I don’t remember what happened when. When did I last hear the soft thud of the shuttle as the kids played badminton on the street below? When did I last see the balding portly man on … Continue reading Volatile
The cold air of the AC grazes my neck. Our lattes arrive. I glance at the frothy cream in my cup and look at my father, wondering if he misses the Irani restaurant that has been replaced by this café. He says he doesn’t. He tells me the Irani place shut shop years ago. He … Continue reading Displacement
We share bits of our infinities with each other holding on to as little as we must, as much as we can. Ensuring we remember crumpled fingertips and stories tucked in the middle of the night. I chuckle when you narrate the one about prying cops with fireflies skimming the body of the lake. I … Continue reading Short-lived infinities
A coming of age poem.
It’s been fifteen years, you tell me. You had just come back from college, and had to rush to the hospital. It was close to the end of the visiting hours. And then you saw your father, that independent man you had always known to be, You saw him leaning on your brother’s arm, struggling … Continue reading Picking up the pieces
I discovered electricity when I touched you. When the tingle in my skin echoed with the one in yours. When sparks flew off our tongues and created electric arcs. When the jigsaw of your back fit into my arms. I discovered electricity when our bodies fused into each other, and not a single ray of … Continue reading Electricity
Grains of thought 