Archive for the category Poetry and Fiction

Poem: The Fifth and Final Arrow

Kamadeva: image source Wikipedia 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…

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…

Fiction: Dusk

Friends and Lovers

I was in the unofficial ‘gay’ compartment of a local train coming home from CST, Mumbai. His gaze locked into mine in that timeless ritual of acknowledgement of our unspoken desires.

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