Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Our story is imperfect

Let's make this story imperfect
There's no Moon
No starry nights or
Walks by the beach
I want to brush your grey hair
Look into my eyes
Puffy from the evening smog
My crooked teeth, your toothy grin
Let's hum songs out of tune
Let's make love
Without our tummies tucked in
Let's see each other naked
Not like passionate adults
But like children who've nothing to hide
Flitting in and out of love's nest
Let's find each other
Again and again.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Of Bygone Days

The Rasam today smells like Ajji's kitchen
Puritan; No onions nor garlic
A potful of memories
Fancy an olfactory trip
The smell of old leather
Silk lined with gold border
25 paise coins, Kumkum, Ponds cream
Dried Margosa petals under pillow
Teak cot, mosquito net
Beetle leaf and areca nut
Mustards splatter, curry leaves float
A spoonful of ghee as lentils dissolve
Spices, chilly powder, tamarind
Blend into the colour of earth
Of which some day, I too shall be a part.