The knife under the butt

Posted on April 29, 2018

It was five past nine, Nila was ready to leave the house for high school. She pulled her sling bag lying under the bed, moved from living room to the house entrance, and said “Amma, I’m leaving for school and will be back for lunch,” in Tamil. From the kitchen, her mother replied, “Fine, see you in the afternoon.” Guhan was out in the backyard playing with a rubber ball. He was alone in the backyard hitting the rubber ball against the compound wall. [Read More]
#short story 

Game of busy

Posted on April 22, 2018

A press of a button sends a message In a second message is delivered We play the game of busy And make another human yearn After reading the message Reply instantly pops out in the mind But we wait for long enough To demonstrate the busy Though in the interval Nothing changes inside us And the ticking time outside For the sake of waiting We create an artificial silence [Read More]
#free-verse 

summer pair

Posted on April 6, 2018

In the winter nights
We sat in the balcony
Looking at each other
Eyes out of fear

Everyday we saw each other
And enjoyed the night silence
In the calm breeze
The lonely feel

Once summer arrived
You departed
Everyday in the night
I stood in the balcony
Gazing the sky

After a full moon day
I filled the water bowls in the balcony
You arrived with the partner
And stood on the railing in the afternoon

#free-verse 

trouble

Posted on March 30, 2018

Each day arrives without any delay Like a page after a page in a novel Each day walks in with a list of troubles Like a page filled with cryptic messages In the middle of all the troubles Where to find the peace, serene, and joy? In a tasteful food? In a warm green tea? In the night breeze kissing the face? In a returned gaze from the other side of the road? [Read More]
#free-verse 

wander

Posted on March 25, 2018

I wander in the nights In search of missing gem Neither I know what it is Nor where it is Each step weighs heavy in the night A balcony bulb sheds light in the apartment Roads gushing with vehicles Bored dogs howling The summer night breeze missing Cigarette smokes marching out of the tea shop Apartment Security guard in the cabinet with half closed eyes Day laborers returning home with equipment [Read More]
#verse 

Review: Existentialism is a humanism

Posted on March 24, 2018

Existentialism is humanism is a book compiled out of Jean Paul Sartre lecture. In the talk, Sartre answers questions - What is existentialism? - What are the principles of existentialism? - What does existentialism teach human? - Does existentialism disseminate quietism and despair? - Who is human? - What is life? - What is freedom? - Does presence or existence of God have an impact on human life? - And other seminal questions on the topic. [Read More]
#book-review 

bird

Posted on March 11, 2018

You fly in the morning You fly in the afternoon You fly in the evening You fly in the night You fly on top of the pool You fly on top of the hut You fly on top of the farmland You fly on top of the ambulance You rest on a tree You rest on balcony gate You rest on parliament terrace You rest on the river bed You’re free to visit the school You’re free to visit the temple You’re free to enter chief minister’s house You’re free to cross the border [Read More]
#free-verse 

How was the year, my friend?

Posted on December 21, 2017

Did you kick-off the year as you desired? Did you get high on new year eve? Did you engross the new year eve with your partner? Did you party hard on new year eve with friends? Did you spend new year eve traveling? Did crackers, and noisy neighbors spoil new year eve? Did you spend new year eve at the office? Did a book keep you awake on new year eve? [Read More]
#musing 

No longer sleep without Aadhaar

Posted on August 5, 2017

The verse is an English translation of Tamil Poem penned by Manushyaputhiran published in Charu Nivedita’s blog. Without Aadhaar Number I cannot obtain the death certificate they said I sent out the news to all I will depart today Exactly in the evening At six o clock. At the last moment, they interfered Pestered for a number To die I have a bag full of records A caste certificate A religion certificate [Read More]
#translation  #free verse