barefaced life

A morbid longing has been compelling me to plumb the depth of marshes, and morass settled in the sand of time. A glimpse of the lass eking out living under the corrugated tin roof. That seamstress worsted by despair whose husband lives in another town, with another woman. Presumably, she is trying to keep theContinue reading “barefaced life”

a fetish for live-with-ability

” We are here to explore our potential, conduce to humanity rather than finding evidences to bear out our live-with-ability. “ To be as you feel yourself a good person and focus on doing what you want to do – is being a good person and is enough. Sometimes being that un-live-with-able person is aContinue reading “a fetish for live-with-ability”

a feminine pen

A woman’s pen must be sheepishly compliant, subjugated and enslaved. She must duck and dive when it comes to writing Junoesque, voluptuous words. She must never bare them by putting her hard-earned dignity at stake and never ever ever use blood-red ink because in her untold herstory the gender of her words is invariably feminine.Continue reading “a feminine pen”

inevitable

The unheralded sojourn of blooms and silky pollen dust, the accomplice, ever so often tugging along with your thoughts, tiptoed from beckoning byways of a distant past and moved to my quiet forsaken nights. Life had issued an edict ordering your permanent tenancy in my heart. A hushed song poking through blossoming bougainvillaea hanging acrossContinue reading “inevitable”