The longer I live, the more I turn to nature for the deepest lessons. No, I’m not trying to be Mary Oliver but I cannot deny her role in turning me both inward and closer to nature. This story starts in June when I began packing my house for the umpteenth time (the exact number …
THINGS I CANNOT CROCHET
I haven't crocheted for over a year now. I was only a beginner but gave up too soon. May be I should try just one more time. THINGS I CANNOT CROCHET winter noons traded for coinsselling your greensto random passers by cindrella shoes from your Paris haulworn untilthey pinched tiny wars between us,your nudgespricking myteenage …
Boxes for Writers
Dear Reader One of you messaged that Because I Cannot Be Spring brought tears to your eyes. Thank you, I’m only glad it made you feel something. Many-a-time I’ve held a poem so close because it says everything I cannot. Yes, sometimes even writers need the words of another—a comrade, a friend, an acquaintance, a …
A Hot Noon in the Hills
Dear Reader Today's poem takes after a prompt by Alt Poetry who discussed Kamala Das' poems during their recent offline meet in Bangalore. It is a response to her poem, A Hot Noon in Malabar. The prompt was to have a similar title and be inspired. I read the poem closely and hence my response …
A Writing Room
Dear Reader, I don’t have a poem today. While poem-ing has been my main occupation this month (from reading to writing verses), I am not much of a routine-person. It’s not a concept I enjoy. Being this way brings its own share of miseries, but not being this way will perhaps bring an unfathomable agony. …
Because I Cannot Be Spring
Dear Readers, The distances we travel aren't just measured in numbers. They are also measured in terms of who we become, the tectonic shifts that happen within us. As a writer/poet, I cannot stay where I was when I started out. Not just in terms of how I view my journey but also in terms …
A Hundred Quills 