Reasoning

The weather’s poetic today,

With the sun just warm enough

Instead of scorching and,

The three new blooms

In the balcony garden.

How Home Welcomes You

We were biding Basu Uncle goodbye

When Sharma Aunty walked out with a bucket of water

For the marigolds at her gate.

Ghosts

We carry ghosts

In caskets cowered

With garlands and memories

Colouring

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.

Dawn

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. 

The Sound of Laughter

We’re out near the gardens
With marigolds and pigeons
Laughing about anything
And everything.

Come Here

Come here,

Look at me.

I’ve read your story

In your eyes

And the way you smile.

No, don’t look away.

Project : Trace Lines

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