I see Malli standing at the water’s edge Mouth open in shock as the foam of the waves attacks his soles His arms tight around his chest. Nikhil is seated in the sand. An eagerly dug hole holds him prisoner. Golden grains Trap his tanned arms. He looks up at his brother, who’s accusing the…Read more Sonali
Poetry
Riding Strange
Riding the train to Osterley, The cuffs of my shirt dig in, Unsettled and weary of the Unnatural position I was in. This strange crisp shirt, This odd little tie, These awkward lapels, These ankle biting shoes. It was all very strange for me. Was I wearing it right? Did I look the…Read more Riding Strange
Tell Me What I Shouldn’t Do
Tell me what I shouldn't do So you won't term me a terrorist Or some crazy extremist I get up every morning And just like you I groan at the thought of another long day Then its the rush hour traffic for me And you; trains are packed People are tired and whacked…Read more Tell Me What I Shouldn’t Do
Silent Summer
Silence. Save for the soft hum Of traffic in the distance, A reassuring reminder of humanity's existence. Quiet clickity-clackaty footsteps Hurrying home at an hour At which even the thieves are sleeping. The fear darkness brings, merely a deception. Figures in the distance, Only dustbins left out for the morning When the silence will be…Read more Silent Summer
Allow Me To Live
Half a human is what I am As I lie in bed. Devoid Of my blessed medicine. Casually I had considered it An annoying intruder, Its bitter pills or sharp needles. The constant vigilance. An overpowering damper On sparkling emotions But whilst it ran me ragged It was all keeping me alive Allowing me freedom…Read more Allow Me To Live
A Small Request
I wonder if after all these bills and years of legislation, Coupled with years of attempted integration, If you now see me as a human Rather than an irritating confusion When I walk past you in the street Do you see me as a person or are you just discreet In the way your mind…Read more A Small Request
What Am I Talking About?
Where one may have made you tear, it may have bored another to death. Where one may have appeared tremendously exciting, it may have frightened away a person's sleep. Where one may have thrilled you to your core, it may have dulled another's life. Where one may have made you laugh gloriously, another may have…Read more What Am I Talking About?
