A Rose for My Mother, Part IV

I wonder if you cry in the shower, when you are left alone with your thought and there was no one around you to put on a show for: A show of strength, of bravery, of someone who is fearless of death and fearless of victory. I wonder if you cry in the kitchen, when […]

A Rose for My Mother, Part III

I don’t know what to say to you, Mother, to amend your sadness and sorrow. Apologies and gratitude, Mother, seems so useless and meaningless now. The other day you told me the story about my sister – who had struggled to survive Autism on her own and failing at that, is now just passing through […]

Letter to M., #4

Dearest M., Do forgive me for putting these words into verses Which will just complicate things and None of us will want to see; but M. Is there anything on this Earth that is ever Complicated? Dearest M., I had a dream. I don’t even know if it was about the me and you Or […]

#Conversation

#Conversation

You look better than the last time I saw you, she says, your dark circle seems to be improving. And here I sit, in the chair that is too familiar with me. I sometimes wonder if the chair would hate having someone sitting on it constantly. I wonder if it hates me. The cushion is […]

#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

The date was the twenty-eighth of April, and the time was eleven o’clock in the morning. It was quite a fine day, or like how I like to put it, a sultry, hellish day. Not a single wind was blowing west, and all I can see in front of me is the baked earth, which, […]

#4. I don’t mind

#4. I don’t mind

I said I don’t mind not the pain nor the unstable legs and the scars piling up, as if life had a grotesque scheme against me. But then, you just have to look at me and ruin it all with your tears. How could you not mind, you say. The silent tears turn sunflower fields […]