You ask me where I’m from. What can I say? My heart belongs to Bombay, my mind to Melbourne Madras keeps me sane, And Bangalore always, always feels like home. In Bahrain, I lived many lives, My school had all of India, And I watched American cartoons In a Tamil-Telugu home. My neighbour was a ...
The singer plucked a line of air And spun it till it took wing and caught fire A thousand fireflies bloomed in the music. My face is still warm from the glow. [A short poem written after watching the awesome Stories in a Song!] Like my work? Please share!FacebookGoogleTwitterTumblr
Beauty does not move me as much as your sense of freedom, The way you know the birds and the earth and the light. If life is a story, it is laid out in your grain. I want to lie back on a sunny day and hear you tell it. I want to stand close ...
The minister looked up from his porn video To say the girl’s character was in question, And so it was unfair to target the man Who’d maybe broken a few laws And just been violent. (When were men ever the problem?) The minister who was driven everywhere By her coterie of security guards Said ...
