Percy Shelley’s Heart Don’t quote what scientists had thoughtof the heart that lay unburnedamongst a pyre’s ceremonious coal,a handful of gold,on the Tuscan shore. Don Juan had drowned in an ugly stormwhose wrath had claimed Percy and allon a voyage … Continue reading
Autumnal Water is my element,hence the Summer became a girlhood’s favourite scene,heralding swimming, boats and vanilla ice-cream,but it took English Studies in my late teensto make me enamored with autumnal traits. Grey became imbued with a literary hue,with the Brontës … Continue reading
Blessed I’m blessed with eyes that look inwards,that see the departed and joys to come,that sifts the beauty that’s foiled with smog,that keeps a gallery of lakes and fjords. I’m blessed with ears that vie with shells for capacity to … Continue reading
Exuberance What sort of plumage is my exuberant words,words whose foliage no Autumns could scourge,whose leaves still flutter in speech and versewith eloquence? With what sort of rhythm the word bells resonates, a word that chimes with vespers and faith, … Continue reading
The first two arrows that pierce my orbs through fluttering lashes, too loath to unfold, are cerulean fragments that, unhampered, probe my naked window every cloudless morn. My wavelengths, attuned, respond with a flow of rippling images that W. James … Continue reading
I cross the crowded streets, my mind congested with thoughts, get startled by myriads of complacent looks that are painted on faces like gilded books. The topography of miens remains intact. An imbecile look adheres like a mask, unruffled by … Continue reading
I keep a moonbeam in each afflicted eye, afflicted with neon and modern modes of light. They gloss my pupils with the sheen of pearls and shield their spheres from the evil spark, a celestial armour. In my sleep their … Continue reading
Thomas had insisted that Joanna was a Lorrainer who conversed with angels in the heart of solitude, a shepherdess who saw God in forests and fountains, the fountain of Domrémy where fairies and fawns sought the sanctity of the woods. … Continue reading
She was ushered by her uncle into the only room that was close to the front door of her grandparents’ spacious but very old house. He mumbled something in utter disapproval at her newly shaven head, which looked as a … Continue reading
I sift through a treasure of photos that my Dad’s death has unearthed and pore over one of an acquaintance who had a fleeting presence in my childhood. I have a vivid memory that conjures every single detail, colour, smell … Continue reading