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Poem: time

fingers interweave
in mutual remembrance:
wordless farewells
before you disappear
into the flecks
of another
relentless
dawn I sprawl:
trace contours
still etched
on the mattress,
clutch crumpled sheets
to my face,
devour all signs
of your
presence,
fast-fading I curl…

Poem: The Fifth and Final Arrow

I am hurt,
These wounds even Cupid cannot heal,
Why have you done this to my heart? Those bows and those arrows,
Which you carry so confidently and valiantly,
The sight of bees,
Singing of parrots,
And the
Scent of flowers,…

Bharatham is my love, Mohini is who I am

Everything seemed so auspicious. I was bathed in turmeric powder and decorated, my father made me wear my paatti’s Pathakkam. A fresh veshti was draped around my waist in the kshatriya fashion. The moist and sweet-scented smear of Sandalwood paste on…

Poem: Nails

I like them short.  Not because they identify me
as a member of a particular group,
but because I like as little of the white there.
Every other day
I snip away.
A routine that borders on
Ritual.
I hack away…

My Valentine

I have been trying to have relationships for many years now. I mean romantic relationships, each of which I have entered always with the great conviction that it will last for the rest of my life. After many trials and errors,…

Vishwaroopam: a queer critique

A movie like Vishwaroopam takes us even farther back in its retrogressive portrayal of queer masculinity as deviance. Such portrayal by a mass hero will only reinforce the already prevalent hatred and prejudice against the much maligned sexual and gender minorities.