Come for the honey to catch the moon — I would want if at all want is stylized, there is heat in all the pores oozing out of the skin, for the bedding and inkling, all meant to unravel. Unfurling out of clothes, getting into the toughening fabric, and in dreams, amidst the realism, all frail bodies emerge. Trying…

When two parts meet a being unites… — The sands slip out of my grip, as in the water glazed at your thighs, Can we turn tides back and discover what’s real and unreal for ourselves? Is the rose-smelling good today, all the leaves smell earthy today, back in those days, there were points in time we walked…

Why am I the falter line in the crooked story — Log: 10/09/2023, 01:29 PM (IST), Breezy Night “Earth’s resting hymn”: Poetic Murmur 5 अहल्यस्य वेदना (Ahalya’s pain) Divine dupes the ‘my fair lady’. Does she feel shame in her gutted, body of preposterous proportions. Indra’s gaze burns her loins on fire. In absolute desire, as he was the king of…

Everything rests! — “Earth’s resting hymn”: Poetic Murmur 8 Log: 16/09/2023, 01:06 AM (IST), Dampen Night Let me open the door, Hello, my cyanide boar, Looking good today, mate! Spreading hate, cocooning, dead bodies, figuring, contouring, sledging, the snitch that peeps in people’s buttocks, adamant to find a reigned unapologetic self, bewildered, rocked and throbbed, the lines that…

The powerplay begins — Measure the angles, the tangled connections are too timid, see beyond this structural integrity, the smell of hypocrisy spread in fumes, The farcical perfume, which is not a smell of choice, but an imposed voice, the powerplay begins, the politics is redesigning itself. The rabble-rousers and shapeshifters have landed and…

Bad people will be slayed — Kala, where are you going, my muse? Are you time or are you an epiphany? Are you existing? Is this a song or a murmur? The chatter is heavy, the clouds have held the water of earth for far too long, and it's hoarding to the point it cannot melt…

We are all criminals — Am I a criminal? With teeth subliminal, The vortex stood delusional, mind space aroused, mighty mammoth, crushed the bones out of a haphazard fox. Vixen says the mighty wild boar rotates his tusks, snouty mouth, the sloth bear look for termite nests, sucking out the last remaining bastion, they are rabid and never…

One of the few masterpieces where great writing blends into great acting — There are some TV shows that I greatly admire, especially the popular shows whether The Sopranos, True Detective, Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones (GOT). Off late Better Call Saul has been quite pushing me to the edge, making me go bonkers about the writers of the show, it’s based…

Baby cries and the world laughs — Earth Resting Hymn Poem Log: 29/09/2023, 10:45 PM (IST), breezy nights Cry Baby cry, in the earth the demons dry, their clothes draped in red, mahogany, and blue. Gone are the days when the sheen clothes lay unattended in fiesty cultivated, hated and looted, all that is endless became lifeless, breathing ecstasy and inhaling smoke from…