I can feel the muggy March winds in the deserted streets. The remaining few people wearing masks carry large boxes vacating office spaces. The tinkerers have also returned home on the last few flights. At least they are safe! But the tinkering essence isn’t to keep contemplating at the crossroads…
Ideas come and ideas go
they sail in the void inbetween
for us to reach out to
as we grapple at the blue sky
to catch hold of some
They are found by those
who believe they exist
is a lot like magic.
The ideas dancing before…
I was once taught by a math teacher whom I never approached with my doubts. I knew that she had all the answers, I used to sit right in front and she would repeatedly announce that we could approach her with our problems. Shouldn’t that be an ideal setup for…
You realised you had missed me
Only when I was featured on your TV
Walking from one state to another
Barefoot somewhere inbetween
But you see- I was always missing
Have you seen me at the voting
Ever since I left home
To be a migrant at eighteen?
“My plant isn’t growing, I think it’s not happy,” I concluded after recounting the number of leaves. “Your plant won’t be happy if you aren’t happy,” said one of my colleagues. I think that was the validation I needed for my pre-existing notion of identifying with this climber.
Standing in the streets of Bhubaneswar, I was waiting for my colleagues to finish talking to the pharmacist, as part of our testing research, when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a familiar face with a familiar scar. “Hiiii!,” said an excited Soniya* and we hugged like…