What’s there to not love about your favourite auntie? When free reign is only free as skin-deep is deep, when metaphors become allegories, Blues become happy and parents stand on the side stage cheering you on – as your free-spirited auntie stands with your feisty interests. What’s there not to love about a mouth that […]
Tag: poem
First winter
Frozen greens – on rolling hills. I know the owner as he prepares Christmas carols to sing. Heisse Marroni stands are up, darkest month filled up with light and love. I stand here waiting and watching train-tracks fill up with snow. A thought occurred as footprints of many appeared this morn. I too saw your […]
War
Unpopular opinion perhaps but true to what I argue, problematic is not racism but colourism like “Et tu, …”! As women in Iran fight for rights, Aryan remains a misconception – greed splits human-race and hatred bonds us through fear. Beware, white-blacks-browns-reds-yellow, you’re all mocking and damning eachother – but hypocrites! Worse you do to […]
#selfhate
Self-hate has left tally marks on her skin. One, two, three, four and a strike through! Five. In clusters. Here and there. We tally our beer, she tallied her pain. Till one day she stopped. She reached the highest level of self-loathing: So much so it flipped. A soul that reached serenity by fighting against […]
#Academia
Everyday is a reminder that there’s a grey area – a balance between hysteria and academia. The silver line between ignorance and arrogance. Ignorance in thinking you have the right answer, and arrogance when reasoning with prejudice – like a sick side winder you spring to answers by your own standards.
#Kashmiri Apples
Hard rural boys, dark skinned in their six hundred rupees pants – bought on the roadside, wanted to get them beautiful Kashmiri girls when BJP moved forces into the state; “white babes, with cheeks like apples – darlings me marry yous, wanna be my friendship?” So I told them, perhaps women from their family would […]
#Poochie: Ode to my Dog
I see my dog turning old, lose skin under her neck, I see her sleeping more and more, nodding off as she pretends to stay awake. I sit there talking to someone, a person who promises the world to me. I take my book and open a page – last poems I published about an […]
#Politics
Somethings remain ‘impossible’ in socialism, as society – a breeding ground of politics, with individual positions push the social reality, – practice pressure as a manipulation tactic, subconsciously meeting at estuaries, and sometimes running parallel. Everything is possible in politics.
#Awkward Grace
I have a soft spot for the underdogs, the socially awkward, kind hearted misfits, honest and the naïve – they are emotionally far more mature than the normal, the strategist, charming, conniving superficial humans that the world readily celebrates. For the former doesn’t know how to gracefully let go – but when they do the […]
#comer a tu
I let them talk (shit) about me. For it tells more about them, than about me.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 