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Puppets in the store room
Cantonese puppet heads are stored in a room separated from their bodies for they worried, them leather dolls will come alive if left together. Life – it’s only for the stage.
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Bamboo Boi
Bamboo babies are smooth and green with circus tent shade yellow stripes on their side and dusty baby thorns. Adolescent bamboos are hyper vigilant Their rogue thorns fencing the plant, piercing everything on the way. Wise old bamboos are brown and long – withered spikes, some bent bodies, Their last brown leaf hanging onto them…
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To want love
Like the wave that brushes the feet, runs back in, blushing to itself as the fishes roll their eyes. Like the flower that blooms in full strength knowing fully well, that tomorrow it’ll fall to the road, be eaten by a cow. I want love that knows its end but has no fear. Doesn’t stare…
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Summer Maggots
Comfort fabricated cotton shirts Piled up next to the leftover Maggi bowl Of yesterday. Black dust from the fan Falling down, sprinkle on the tile, shade for tiny ants shouldering the food. Pasty banana rotting on the counter Droplets seep through the garbage bag A streamline of stench stronger than the mouth of the sick…
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Homey and me
Yesterday, I cleaned and reorganised my house from 11PM to 5AM. I returned from college early, excited about cleaning my house. Actually that’s a lie. I was excited about how I would feel after I cleaned my house. I slept around 5 in the evening and woke up at 11 fully energised to clean. Homey…
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Meta, when she visits.
There’s nothing new I can say about meta. Meta is 12 years old and every year there is a kid like me whose life is better because meta visits them in February. You spend a whole year expecting the visit, preparing for it, giving all of yourself to it. For an entire year, you are…
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Hoard scored
Whoever came up with the phrase ‘lump in my throat’ is brilliant. Few seconds before reaching the eyes, tears boil up in the stomach and gets stuck inside the throat right under the ears. Tears when it stays here, hurts the way it does when someone presses a swollen area. In theatre, there are three…
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Always full feelings bro
Since the beginning of the year I’ve been crying a lot. Not ugly hopeless scared crying. I’m feeling too many feelings and I don’t know how else to express so I cry kinda crying. Today, I listened to the entire album of Ponniyin Selvan I and II, lying down on the hidden corner of department…
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A little patience is all
I write because the people I love write – most of whom write differently from how they talk. I read their works and every time learn something new about them that I didn’t know or notice. I write hoping that maybe they also understand something different or assure themselves of the details they know of…
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Stupid Tears
I cried after 14 months today. I remember this because the last time I cried like this, I was lying down on the hidden corner of the department corridor listening to the playlist I made for my ex on my headphones with a jacket covering my face. I won’t say I haven’t spilled a single…