Friday, February 28, 2014

Untitled poem....

This is an attempt at a new poem untitled and under progress...

They rolled, like oil
Droplets of water danced upon her white flesh
Skidded and swam away
Skidded and swam away
Half of her was stuck in air
The other was submerged
Water was where she was herself:,
A fish, a current, a bubble
She was a bubble.

Dandruff and flakes,
A couple of hairs down the drain—
A couple more, then thoughts rushed with vapor:
Wolverine eyes,
Canine laughs,
These were their weapons
Weapons at her step, phrases, acne or love of books.
Weapons against her friends, her choices, her beliefs.
She was going into the den;
No, she goes into the den, day in — day out
She knows they’d be hungry
She could sharpen her  knifes  but she  never believed in violence-

Violence         Breeds           Violence
     Violence     Breeds       Violence
        Violence   Breeds   Violence
 Answer she’d be looking for, she knew.

Plastic cups and leftover meat
Chilled with the departing rays
The smell of salt in her hair
The smell of too many glasses with olive pegs
Hell just raise that glass again,
Smile. Perfect.

But then to them;
An ape’s was her face,
Awkward untangled  ideals were her morals:
Too proud
Too good at school
Too true and kind
Too nerdy
Too rich

Too many words lose value-
Adjectives, words can be redefined, reshaped and reused
Just like disposable cups
And with the water before her
Words can
Skid and swim away
Skid and swim away
Skid and swim away with the current into the vast ocean

Never seeing the face of the sun again…. 


A bottle of wine, gentle rain out of the window
Too many trains have stopped at Memory Station.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Tinderbox Writing Anthology

Dear Readers,

I am taking part of an amazingly well written Anthology called Tinderbox. It is a student based, student led and student organized anthology to showcase talented voices and new writers. Please feel free to take a look at our well written, funny blog and share it with whoever might be interested in supporting some brilliant new writers. Who knows? Maybe the next Stephen King or Margaret Atwood are within the Tinderbox pages.

To a successful anthology and to a brilliant team....

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Crashing over a Keyboard

Chipping, drying it landed
Falling to pieces quickly
Snow on the keyboard 

Monday, February 24, 2014


No water, No bread
A thousand wolves in the stomach
The cat of the corner had chased away the last mouse

Sunday, February 23, 2014


Three faces talk,
Rain is gentle outside; soft and whiffing
A reminder of summer

Saturday, February 22, 2014


Frigid crisps cover
The land, light flickers and waves
Little kids sweep by
Swoosh, the metal blades clank on hard ice.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Short on Words

Be concise,
Be eloquent. Be yourself--
But shortness doesn't do justice, sometimes it just doesn't suffice
So be ever evolving: an everlasting green tree.

Thursday, February 20, 2014


Three books on a window
Still. Three fishes in the tank,
You: A Trilogy of Fallot

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Experiment of Polars

He gets them stuck in duality , the polar:
The yesterdays and the tomorrows
He releases three cries: he he 
he puffs his menthol cigarettes and descends to his hell.  

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Pedaling to and fro

Twigs leafless, ghostly as they zoom by
Wind, shrieks and looks 
Make their way into curly blond, straight black then blond hair
Pedal, pedal, pedal 
Pedal your song into the February chill.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Sunday, February 16, 2014

On Stretching a Bit

I outgrew:
Clothes, haircuts, shades of tantrums
I kept my imaginary friends, for life.


Dearest reader, 

Welcome to my blog!. It is nice to see you here, it is very friendly to know that my words matter to someone else other than the page on which they drop, so hello again!.

What brings you here? What brings me here?. A love of words. (It is mutual isn't it?). Let us be honest, some of you are here because they know me personally and they want to support, to all of those familiar faces, thank you. Some of you are new friends, thank you for being here and for stopping by, do feel like this is home. Please do make it a habit to check in here when you can.

Now. How did this business go about?. In short terms I have been prodded by several friends for years to start a blog and I, being an honest person will say I deferred blogging for various reasons I shall not bore you with at this late hour of the night (or day whatever time zone you are on). Recently I found myself wanting to be heard, wanting to write and explore other worlds. Wanting to take this journey online too and see where it all goes.

So, what do I exactly do? I am an emerging writer, currently on an MA to help me ground myself and discipline my creative madness. Before I pursued writing seriously,  I was a student and I worked at a small publishing house. I write (mostly experiment with) fiction, I wrote a couple of stories before the course.I have had several YA novels started in addition to an adult novel/historical fiction for which research is done and a few chapters written. I enjoy writing for children because I believe in the strong effect of fiction on children. Recently, I have taken fondness in non-fiction (boring: No, think again). It is actually not that recent since I have kept a regular (personal/unpublished) diary for a significant number of years.

My greatest love is…. Poetry. I enjoy reading poetry immensely. I read widely and cross cultures/ languages whenever I can. I enjoy writing poetry. I was introduced to poetry along with an amazing array of supportive friends, a few years ago. I have been writing on and off since, maybe a bit before (if bad writing as such can be verified as writing).

Today, I start my first attempt in a new genre. Haiku poetry. A Haiku a day, my friend (A) suggested. Words are at the trance of indigo (my other friend A also suggested). A haiku  a day should keep writer’s block at bay. Here you will find me Haiku-ing every day (a promise I made to myself and let’s hope I can keep it).  Here you will also find some of my pieces of mind, some longer poetry, photographs, maybe flash fiction/non-fiction too who knows what the future hides?. Blooms of thought, indigo in touch.  Please feel free to leave comments here and there, but be aware that any offensive comments demeaning others are going to be deleted on the spot!. All is set. This should be a fun ride: it could be hard, it could be boring too but it is promising, take my word on it.  

Thank you for your patience,  here we go…

P.S. any other details can be seen on the right hand box, just saying.