The Props

– Justice It was the 80’s music that made her forget. The rain-splattered windows, the people walking by in their raincoats, the monochrome buildings in the distance, those still felt contemporary; but the music transported her. She could almost see the gelled hair and the spangly shirts under those raincoats. She looked down at the blood seeping through her…

To Credit or not to Credit

Over the past couple of years, I’ve been increasingly thinking about credit and people not getting their dues. If a person does something, a task, a job, a bit extra, shouldn’t they immediately be credited for it? Or should we all be thinking about the ‘big picture’? It’s been playing on my mind because I…

Fool to be Blind

There’s this great line (lie?) we’re told about one door opening when another closes. It’s meant to inspire hope and motivate us when we’re down. What we realise, unfortunately, when we go out into the world is that those doors open only for a select few. For some of us, doors just keep slamming in…

the first verse

And when i sit to write Can’t think of a word, try as i might How to churn out a verse? Leave aside a poem; that’s worse Let creativity flow Don’t think at all, let go Let the brook of words, gush forth with passion. Don’t let it slow down, let it hasten. Put the…

On Writing

You have to be caught- Inspired; Truly desired, To get it all down on paper. In ink, in colour, Sired… What’s transpired? Just your heart’s labour.   You have to be dumbstruck, Hankering, And savouring, Each bite of the fruit. It has to be elusive, Reaching, No, touching- Just away from the truth.   You…

Justifiable

Turn it. Turn the knife Till its screaming. Stop. Broken skin. Warm blood. Never going to wake up.   Where are your scales? How do your weights feels? What are we seeing here? Why’s the blindfold on me?   Bring back the ‘saviours’ They’re always ‘right’ They’ll make the world better One death at a time   Mourning…