Epiphany in the Cacophony

  • Ice

    It was an inside joke. I never fully understood it, but I liked to play along. You’d say my love was like ice. That water was bland and boring—something you only drink to survive. But once you have ice, everything is different. It transforms everything it touches. It makes whiskey sweeter, pepsi less sweet, and,…

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  • The Great Migration

    This would be the last phase in which the only rules they had to follow – were the explicit ones.

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  • Wisp

    That day, GautamAsked for chai instead of BournvitaWore his pants a few inches lower Ran his father’s Brylcreem through his hairSneaked a few pumps of cologneAnd took his phone to school Settled down in the last bench in classAnd said hi to SonaliFor the first time in 7 years Asked the older boysIf he could…

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  • Plenty of Fish in the Sea

    On other days I wait silently for that familiar fish that loves to fall for the same bait, over and over

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  • Untouchable

    A tribute to the Hathras rape case victim

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  • Monsoon Afternoon

    Wet chappals squeaking on tiled floors

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  • Return to Sender

    This poem is a toast to the milestones we didn’t get to celebrate

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  • Feminism made me do it

    “Each cigarette takes away 5 minutes of your life” my mother loved to say.

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  • Of Fingerprints & Feminism

    Where did your feminism come from?  And why does it look so different from mine?

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  • A Man’s Job

    But me, with my dark skin, broad shoulders and powerful moustache, standing there in a saree, dramatically waving my pallu, makes them think – if it looks good on him, it’ll certainly look good on me. 

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