Wednesday, October 12, 2016

words

...sometimes I just want to wear their words as a blanket... deeply inhale their fragrance and let it fill my lungs...feel their warmth surround me...be enveloped by pure magic... drift into their world... and let them permeate my being...

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Braced

My head has become a government office. There is such a huge backlog of things I have wanted to write about, that I feel like taking a chai break everytime I sit down to deal with it.

Love, faith, family, failure, success, meaning, life, lessons, future, past, present, self, society, school, learning, journeys, questions, answers, cloud, clarity, strength, shambles.... so many files spilling into eachother that I can't even separate and label them.

I believe I am at that point at which few are fortunate (I have been told) to arrive in the first few decades of their lives, rather than the last. Call it quarter-life crisis (or mid!), call it growing up, call it life. It is a point that has shaken the ground beneath my feet, blurred my vision, left me clutching at straws, and made me unsure of everything. It is a point that has forcibly held a mirror to my mind, a disconcerting mirror that is asking me to have very uncomfortable conversations with myself.

Through all this, there is a tiny sliver of light (in the form of a dear friend) that tells me that this excruciating period is inevitable, but it means that blood is being pumped into my wings, preparing for me to emerge and take flight.

Let's hope. One day at a time.

Monday, August 08, 2016

Louve

You fill my heart
and yet, somehow, make it lighter. 

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Balance

How is it fair
to want only the highest peaks
and not the deepest trenches?

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Chaitra

slipped tripped beaten plucked
fall after fall I will bloom
because I am Spring.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

crack after crack, deep
no glue can hold together
a heap of crumble

Sunday, May 08, 2016

அம்மா

இறைவன் முதல் இயற்கை வரை
பசி முதல் ருசி வரை
மடி முதல் மண் வரை .
குழந்தை முதல் பெண் வரை
மூச்சி முதல் மொழி வரை
தாய் முதல் தோழி வரை
எல்லாம் நீ தான், அம்மா.