Tag Archives: Acceptance

Acts Of Home

It’s been five days, eighteen hours,

Thirty-two minutes and fifty seconds

Since we’ve been staying at my parent’s.

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Commas; Dots

I had an impulsive urge to rearrange my entire room last month at a time equally away from noon and evening. By the time it was midnight, there was patch of untouched floor in my room three out of five furniture pieces at new postings. By the time is was sunrise, the untouched patch of floor was cleaned and pushed back to inaccessibility and, five out of five furniture pieces were back to their older postings. You see, the new arrangement didn’t let my mind sleep even though my body only craved sleep. It is though another conversation altogether that neither did its predecessor. A week after that, my documents were less documented and more scattered – one sheet at a time. The files within reach seemed too far for me and, it all kept piling up. But the Friday last week, I made the journey to them and filed papers dated back to kindergarten. Floors were mopped; clothes were pressed; errands were ticked and everything was put to place. I arranged life like you’d arrange dominos.

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Creation

I’ve watched her

Walk past me

In a dance trance

With the music

Of sunrise.

I was six

And she thirty.

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I’ve got two blue shirts folded in front of me on the bed covered with black as I fold the third. I’ve let the chiffon curtain fall over the window letting the orange dance into the room. I stop midway as I stare down at the pattern and memories printed on it. I can feel the five o’clock warmth wrap itself around me but only through the sweater of fifteen months ago. I gently trace the polkas and kalkas, afraid to erase the memories yet trying to reach them one more time.

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