He sipped on double espresso while the sky wasn’t yet struck by sunlight. He was dressed in a crisp white button-down paired with a pair of lightly plaid khaki pants tapered at his ankles that stayed on his waist with the help of a walnut brown leather belt. The back of his neck was plastered with droplets of cold water that fell off his washed hair. He smelt of musk flavoured cocoa – odd in theory but intriguing in practical. The one-day-old stubble brought more shadows to his jawline, bringing out its sharpness. He liked to sit outside, next to the benches, on the smoothened rocks. You could see rays bounce off the marigold here and, the wind danced to ballads in ballet. Continue reading Colouring
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
We plan relations like
We plan futures.
We see our today and,
Assume our tomorrow.
It’s one of those days today
When everything’s starting to come down crashing
All at once.
We spoke first
Over ice tea
As the dawn bounced
Off your cheeks like
A thousand splendid suns. Continue reading Epiphany
I’ve watched her
Walk past me
In a dance trance
With the music
I was six
And she thirty.
It’s been six months since I spoke to you.
But I know you went to the concert of your favourite band last month when they came to the nearby city. I know that you wore grey and charcoal with white floral embroidery to your cousin’s reception the month before that. I know you celebrated your friend’s birthday last week and took three shots of vodka cheers. I also know that you had scrambled eggs over waffles and, fresh orange juice for breakfast today at the cafe two blocks away, in your black tracks and white tee. Continue reading Six Nine
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.
It’s a quarter away to eighteen and the sun’s making its way to the horizon. I make my way out of the house and onto the streets, towards the seas or maybe somewhere else. I walk towards the main road and then take three steps back to go ahead to the alleys behind, take another two steps and trace them back to take the main road. There’s uncertainty in my feet today that take steps of restlessness. The sky’s gone from orange to pink. I’ve reached the park and for a minute I slow down, giving my racing heart a chance to slow down too. It smells of wet grass and ice-cream. I sit down in the centre of the empty bench, assuring myself single occupancy. I cross my legs over and, take two deep breaths and place my right palm over my chest. Still racing. You can see the creek from here and the lights dancing on it in graceful choreography. Perhaps today, we don’t meet the sea. Perhaps today, we meet the creek.