Pensive Piscean

Come swim in my ocean, amidst pearls and seaweed and resist the urge to drown

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#reflections

Boom

Suppose my head exploded What would you see Hidden amidst the smithereens of pink, pulpy flesh A frozen frame of the last dream My last coherent thought at the edge of a smoking gun Broken lobes, blood and fat Is… Continue Reading →

Stay

I hide behind these moss-eaten walls. My fort protects me, hemming me in tightly with nothing but the sound of waves crashing stubbornly against gigantic boulders. Although I miss the welcoming warmth of the sun in the air and on… Continue Reading →

Sometimes you have to taste your own tears. Stop the morose thoughts, lift a finger to your face and dab at that stream pouring down. Feel the salt and the sweet, seeping into different parts of your tongue , confounding your senses…. Continue Reading →

Parched

I like it when people with extremely small brains get verbally bitch-slapped. Which is why when I saw the clip where an ignorant reporter questioned Radhika Apte’s motives in taking up movies with ‘controversial scenes’ in films and got yelled at… Continue Reading →

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