The waves came to meet her as she walked ashore, leaving behind floatsam of places unknown. Absentmindedly, she walked on the debris, watching the waves recede to their hiding places.


She wondered if she could hide among these waves, float away from this relentless gravity on land pulling her to a place which received neither light nor air. 


She started walking towards them, deeper and deeper, just then she heard her son say, 'Mumma, you did promise to buy me an ice cream today."

-

I spill my heart on this page digital,
praying my words reach you ,
across this distance I cannot surmount.

-

The annual sojourn to the ancestral village. A life as different as could be, from life in Maximum City. I befriended my dadi's rooster. One day, both of us got thirsty chasing each other, I decided to get water from the mighty water pump , pushing it with my puny arms. It soon became a spectacle of sorts, with the rooster and his friends, the cat and the sparrows having a laugh at my expense. I swayed up and down the arm of the pump, but it would just not relent!
I gave up and ran inside, ashamed.

-

is to forget a piece of yourself,
where they had embedded themselves.
Fates do not such mercy bequeath,
memories do always beseech
attention and rivers of tears,
such are the ways of the memories
you want to erase.

-

All things rosy hued,
memories, sharbat, friends,
even the fights.

-

In the sobriety of the day, 
whirlwind passage of thoughts
in a melee, 
a revolving door of voices, 
in and out
passing without much ado. 
But it's the inebriated night,
when the  voices in my head
come to stay. 
Fluent in anxiety, 
they speak in palpitations, 
my deepest fears
drench me in perspiration. 
No savior, no spark of light, 
these voices choke
with their shrill decibels unprovoked. 
How long will this night be?
Can't the day be forever? 
It's been so long since I did sleep.
San

-

...

-

Mere breaths do not a life make, 
hanging by threads
to vestibules of Fate. 


------  Captioned---------

-

...

-

In the dreary grey of everyday, 
splotches of colour I add 
in the filaments of the mind,
with the music I choose to play. 

------------- Captioned ---------------

-