Sunday, April 14, 2013

From the corner of my eye
I watch him make black tea,
opening and closing drawers
searching for satchets of sugar.

I make a drama of not noticing,
flipping through grainy channels
& letting an old song play,
to which we had once made love
much like playing in the rain.

When he is done
we sit on the edge of the window,
and share a cup of kattanchai
mingled with dregs of rum
unwashed from last night.
And in disquiet desperation,
I decide not to forget
the yellow magnolias
looking bright sunshine
against curtains of fake lace.

We then remind each other of things -
flight tickets (got on a discount),
brush left in the bathroom sink,
underwear thrown in a haste,
charger  with a crack in its pin,
bills to be split and cabs to be booked,
and flaccid condoms that had to be thrown -
All the while careful,
not to talk of love and other such silly things.


  1. This post brought back memories I had long forgotten. Nevertheless, it made me smile :)

    Beautiful flow of words! Keep it up!


  2. good to read your writing..:)

  3. ... i just have these ellipsis as comment ... i will want to re read them again .. in know,,.