Gaze with Shades

I’m so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go. –Al Pacino What’s in the eyes? A dark moon in a white river. Sometimes there’s a drizzle of hope, But mostly it’s a draught. When they are tired of seeing, they get busy dreaming of things that will be forgotten, Washed away with the dawn … Continue reading Gaze with Shades

A Shape-shift Tale

“I paint with shapes” –Alexander Calder She was not made of desire, saccharine kisses or mid-summer dreams. She wasn’t a thing of beauty, because she did not know what ugly was. She was free within the periphery of her dreams. She was lost, said some. But that didn’t worry her because freedom was not her … Continue reading A Shape-shift Tale

Winter My Muse

Winter is to the heart what gravity is to the tree. It keeps you rooted. It keeps you free. -TheBurbakGypsy When you walk the streets on a gloomy, sun-deprived morning, nose deep-freezed, and a gust of silken chill brushes against your bare cheeks, what do you think? I think of a lover from a past … Continue reading Winter My Muse

Black Maxi Woman

“Black is everything beautiful. Everything shines brighter in black.” I went to Kolad, a remote hill around Pune. The mood was black. No, not the dark or sullen kind. But introspective and bright, much like a night sky. It was a forest mostly, with little to very less capitalist invasion. It was still very basic, effortless, … Continue reading Black Maxi Woman