Monday, July 9, 2012


Time does not seem to work as a factor.
I fail to fit in this spoonless world.
or I am told so on one of the these fine days,
When potatoes get baked and eggs fried.

I failed a many times, and
effort does not seem to work as a factor.
What was desired were sweet pancakes,
or I am told so on one of those fair days.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Street Lamp

Street lamp

Punctual as a flower, I spray
My orange dust each evening
After the sun has slipped unnoticed
From this city of no horizons.
Yes, darkness can be hard,
Inviting unintentional intimacies,
Which is why I help perforate
Your streets for you, separating
You from one another. At times,
A trip in my circuitry allows
Me to flash my Morse, making
Your shadows appear and vanish:
The stutterings of your soul,
Your soul finding its form.
In the morning, birds, not you,
Will land on my immortal neck,
As they always have done
On the shoulders of saints.

- Alfian Bin Sa’at

Friday, April 20, 2012

These so called Indians

who prefer to stay outside India :)
I dont understand whats with them, why are they so finicky about money.

Friday, March 2, 2012

No its not over yet

As long as I breastfeed, I need to be cautious of what I eat.
note to self.
Darn what was I thinking when I ate that horrible pizza.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

It was just yesterday

When we shared a laugh.
And the day before,
Cried a tear together.
And a few days later,
heard this on a very dark dark night.

Monday, February 13, 2012

How does it happen

How does it happen, is my question to the working mums. Especially those in nuclear families, how do you ladies manage it.
Its been a week since joined back work and its been fire fighting, managing home, work and my 7 month old baby girl.
Any tips, examples, stories would be most welcome.
In the meantime, I will try and get hold of
Life Lessons for Busy Moms: 7 Essential Ingredients to Organize and Balance Your World

Sunday, January 15, 2012


Well, its one of those nights , when the pain in the neck just does not seem to go away.
And, the box of medicines cures everything but pain. Maybe because the last time pain occurred was long back.
Anyhoo, some peice of shit. Shit too needs to come out.

No, I have not seen it all.
But life, becomes a lump.
Stuck somewhere in the middle.

Patterns and matches,
They dissolve without much sense.
Inferences lost meaning long back.

Abnormality always wins,
Normality one step behind, chasing.
Like a good friend.

Doesn't Alcohol save the day?
And painkillers, the night?
I have the keys, but yet to find them locks.

No, its not over yet,
But life, it just lives me up.
Dies with me each day.