It’s a quarter to seven and I’ve sent you four emails so far. Three with today’s deadlines completed. And the fourth, informing you of my leave. High fever, I inform you.
It’s two hours past midnight and, the room still smells of summer this fall night. She’s got the mattress pulled over to the window that replaced the wall and, an untouched bed five feet away. There are two novels stacked beside the mattress – both being read simultaneously. The yellow outside brings out the pink in the purple blanket and, adds orange dust to the red pillow. No curtain hides the window, letting the sky change the palette of the room with time and, mood. She settles in with her hair pulled back in a bun made with neat intentions but messy results and a cup of cinnamon infused mocha – her taste often made atrocious expressions on other faces. Continue reading Cinnamon Coffee
To those tongues with units on them,
For too long you’ve preached and believed in the fixed standard of beauty. You stitched fabrics that would sculpt bodies in ways they might not have meant to be; making their insides tangle with claustrophobia. Continue reading To Scale
We plan relations like
We plan futures.
We see our today and,
Assume our tomorrow.
You came in late,
Informing me of the diner you already had.
You don’t look me in the eye for too long,
A glance and then you hurriedly look away.
The receptionist called a few minutes back
Informing me about a mail for me.
The calendars weren’t marked and,
There wasn’t any celebration nearby. received
“Chubby cheeks, dimple chin
Rosy lips, teeth within.
Curly hair, very fair,
Eyes are blue – lovely too.
Is that you?”
It’s one of those days today
When everything’s starting to come down crashing
All at once.
There’s a yellow taxi waiting outside
In the light drizzle with
Rainbows on its windows.
It was the peak of spring
And the garden was filled
With lush reds, pinks and yellows.
It was five-forty and I knew,
You’d be by the french window
To watch dawn set,
Waiting for your tea
And me. Continue reading Dawn