It all happened so quickly; as does a typically Midwestern summer downpour. There I was, a sopping mass of summer clothes, huddled under my umbrella, when your eyes found mine and I beckoned you to join me. You did without protest, we tittered about our shared misfortune, I offered you a stick of gum that … Continue reading Thundershowers
Category: Prose and Poetry
Unmoored
The profound sense of loss came even before You’d unladed the anchor. You cast away, An unmoored vessel, without a true north, Approaching nothing but the fabled horizon. With every dark and dreary dusk, turbulent Tempest, and scorching summer’s day, There’s impetus to turn around (And on some days you do). Yet when … Continue reading Unmoored
Inhalation
‘Try to relax,’ I advised, dipping my fingers into the tub of lavender oil. He shifted about nervously, face planted firmly in the hole. I could tell I was his first. How flattering. It’d been a while since a virgin had walked through my doors. I rubbed my hands together vigorously, trying to warm them … Continue reading Inhalation
Permanent Vagabond
My soul carries an equal amount of disdain for failed shawarma imitations, As it does for poorly cooked lentils and rice. I may have begun to cherish Bengali sweets at a young age, Yet my newfound love for quesadillas is quite a passionate one. Having developed my driving skills under the sultry Gulf sun, … Continue reading Permanent Vagabond
Tiger Stripes
My right knee remembers the time I attempted to ride a scooter with you, Whizzing past affronted pedestrians, until we crash landed on the pavement. Below, my calf still begrudges the permanently unfinished stag, That was to keep the mangy black dog on your forearm company. There's wisdom in relenting to the persistence of baking … Continue reading Tiger Stripes
Seeking: Un-solitary Non-confinement
Do you catch a waft of silent desperation? Hanging in the air Over my failed baking experiments Do my punchlines sound rehearsed? From the hours I spend, facing a mirror Perfecting my deliveries Can you sense my uneasiness? When asked a personal question About a past riddled with broken relationships Do you recognise my … Continue reading Seeking: Un-solitary Non-confinement
