Saturday, November 22, 2014

My First Haiku

Here's my first attempt at Haiku. Be nice, people.

The pigs run scared
Their ears fly in the air
Somewhere, a dog leaps in joy.

Friday, November 14, 2014

The Smell of Home

The warm tap water smelled like home. It reminded her of wintry mornings when her mother would painstakingly heat up buckets of water for her. They didn't have a geyser. All they had was each other.
The misty mirror hid the emotion on her face. Suddenly, the weather seemed less cold. The warm water smelled like Maa.

Cold Love

There is that familiar sting in the air. The cold bites on the lips; the chill tucks at the heart. Windy memories rush past as time moves anticlockwise.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Another Earth

The moon peeps at me from behind a cloak of dark, rustling leaves. Its dark crevices move, almost. Could there still be water in them, I wonder. As the movement in the moon's crevices becomes more and more pronounced, the wind suddenly becomes chilly. I shiver. The crevices have started flying.
Distant dark flying objects. I strain my eyes. Some of those flying objects start moving into the neighbouring area of my roof. I see women with pointy hats sitting on large flying brooms. As I stare transfixed, they ignore me and fly around, quietly in the dark realm. Another earth within mine.