i see you
breaking your body to make up the strength to face all that you couldn't have what could have been tears is now reduced to sweat i understand you, love, longing makes us all wet. -Jason | On Sunday Daddy is home For once. We're changing the bed sheets He says And shuts mummy in. And all is lovely and nice Until Choku and I prepare for attack. With water guns.
-Nikita
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Wet
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Burn
*Smoking is not good for you, but then, you already know that.
my modern-day Prometheus
brings me love
instead of fire;
he forgets to tell me
it burns the same way.
- Jason | Sweetest heat Of silken flame Inviting the young And the foolhardy To leave all else and come taste With promises Of forever. Love will keep you warm. For only so long Before. -Nikita
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Dream
Each one of us deserves to take a shot at this one.
To make things special, we have a guest writer; Yashad Kirtane who stretches out his poetic feet for us.
Here's to dreams coming true. Cheers.
Open spaces
constrict my gaze Words find utterance in silence I try to grasp fleeting sensations This dream will never end. Move past, don't look back- A new beginning awaits. - Yashad | A single bright pink kite flew this morning With no others to play Tag with Or run loops around, Climbing slowly On the back of the same winds That tried to pull it down From its place in the sky. -Nikita
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Sunday, January 6, 2013
Hope
This shot is dedicated to Nivedita Rao, the one we drew out of anonymity.
Hope you like it ;)
Hope you like it ;)
As the ray of light
slices through the darkness
tiny particles of dust come alive and learn to fly. - Jason | In the round of your stomach
That shows
Just when you raise your hands I find happy smiles In the folds of your skin That invite Without temptation of sin, And make forecasts Of clear skies and sunshine. - Nikita |
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Silent
We admit, we haven't said a word in a while and so we're back with...
Our love story
will be written
in ellipsis.
- Jason
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This city after hours:
Like an old lover Mysteriously laid bare By fate. His lips parted Shirt buttons loosed Open skin For you to lay your head on And listen. And finally find A heartbeat. |
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Always
they were worried
when her levels dropped
they had hopedwhen they named her she would run on forever but their dreams would soon dry up
she couldn't
live up to her name- Always. - Jason |
like a souvenir
of the most lovely thing she was ever given, she carries the frowning scar of a c section under her belly without a care. customers will only see what lies beneath. - Nikita |
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Heat
Its guest-writer time. Kanika Raj and Jason Menezes have brought us a heat wave. Read and melt.
P.S. It also happens to be Kanika's birthday so raise your shot glasses and join us as we wish her. Happy Birthday!!
two eyes, two ears,
two hands, two feet-
and yet
the same make
doesn't guarantee repeats
Alladin's rusted lamp produced
a very different kind of heat.
- Jason | That melted drop of icecream, Trickling down your thumb, That you lick off Before it falls Or That little drop of sweat, Following your spine, That meets his hands On their way up All you need is a little heat.
- Kanika
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Moon
the next time
you try
to touch me
in the dark
i will slit your throat
over a full moon
putting a big red signal
in the sky
for people like you
who just don't get the point.
- Jason |
I watch
time go by in the patterns she leaves on your thigh. Some nights she breaks you In slivers. Some nights in half Or full. And some nights
I
am the sky.
My moon obscure,
and my clouds
awry.
- Nikita
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Sunday, September 2, 2012
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