Tell me, you city of resounding solitutude, how many leaves shall fall until I breathe your wintry air again? Because, my trees are replicas, fakes, pinks that could not pass in your skyscraper walls. How I long to be wrapped in their embrace one more, and hear a language that is more sweet song thanContinue reading “Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19”
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Water | NaPoWriMo #18
as I write this, i am drinking a glass of water. why am i writing about it, you ask? well, i can’t think of what else to write. if i asked someone what to write about they’d say ‘anything that comes to mind’ and the first thing that comes to my mouth is this glassContinue reading “Water | NaPoWriMo #18”
Like Church | NaPoWriMo #17
Like Church, we kneel Like Church, we pray Like Church, we eat Like Church, we sing — but in Hindi, because it is my voice, free to roam the temple, found in hidden corners.
Lucozade | NaPoWriMo #16
after Jackie Kay’s ‘Lucozade’ Lucozade – fizzy, light, bouncy like the boys who used to drink it. In our school, we had vending machines full of them. But at an all-girls-school no-one wanted to be the fool that got fat from Lucozade. Well, it was too late for me. My stomach was already a bubbleContinue reading “Lucozade | NaPoWriMo #16”
Laundry | NaPoWriMo #15
that smell of laundry someone else’s laundry is making its way in through the windows spreading itself in my bedroom like a blanket gently kissing the floor i lay there and close my eyes as my eyelashes gently kiss the rim of my heavy under-eyes.
Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14
Today, we played Monopoly. Even in hypothetical terms, I know I’m not cut out to be a landlord. I cried. And I didn’t stop crying, until my dad gave me money to get me out of bankruptcy. I have always been grateful my parents had money, There parents before me did not, but my parentsContinue reading “Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14”
The Bed | NaPoWriMo #13
A woman full of neutrality Puts her backpack on her bed, Put the tube journey, The woman who spoke loudly to another woman, The chicken that was abandoned, The pigeon that was invited, She put there that same invitation She put there that after-rain-smell Tastes of hands wrapped around a mug of tea On theContinue reading “The Bed | NaPoWriMo #13”
Online Classes | NaPoWriMo #12
When university tells you classes will be online, It won’t be the first time you’ve heard this. It is early, and of course they are not even there to tell you this in person, But from a cold, voiceless email. And of course, you will smile. Because it sounds like empathy, Because you heard theContinue reading “Online Classes | NaPoWriMo #12”
Date & Time | NaPoWriMo #11
One day you will stamp this day as an important day, write down the date and time every day to make sure you remember this exact day, this exact time, how can you possibly forget it – that was the day your life changed, the day time from the past caught up to the future,Continue reading “Date & Time | NaPoWriMo #11”
This time | NaPoWriMo #10
This time mum told me I am prone to spilling things, What like clumsy? No like beti. Next time he told me I am prone to falling over What like clumsy? No like daydream. Before that I told me, I am prone, to, spilling things So like juice, No like, secrets. This time mum scoldedContinue reading “This time | NaPoWriMo #10”
