Fair

Fair, is it? That you know I'm talking about skin colour And not about justice and equality and honour? With all the browns In my Camlin watercolour palette, I would only use peach to paint The skin of the princesses I drew With golden hair and blue eyes for good measure. And yet everywhere I [...]

Adultery

They decriminalized adultery. Apparently my broken heart is no longer The problem of the government of India. We'll just have to depend on your conscience now. I'm not entirely without proof though, We weren't alone when you swore To love, to cherish, to honour, to protect, to abide, and not even death can do us [...]

Silence

Of all weapons one can wield in love, It is the most effective. A controlled demolition, The kind used to implode Old buildings inwards, Into themselves. What's left then is a dust mote That settles on the shoulder of a passerby, And easily brushed off. An insignificant speck, That I am reduced to By your [...]

Recompense

Do judge my art, my heart. It was our love that bloomed In verse, We share copyright For better and for worse. And as long as I'm not banned, I'll even hold your hand, As you scythe and rip and rend This offering of my heart, my heart. So be cruel and critical and fierce, [...]