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She thanks the stars
And the Gods of phlegm.
Some vows are taken,
More seriously than others.
So in sickness, his love,
flows and pours.
As if from the depths
of a bottomless box of tissue.
She is sure then,
that love smells like Vicks,
and is dispensed,
In doses, like antibiotics.
Posted on February 26th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 6 Comments »
As he clears her shelf,
book by book. Dust flies.
Inside his nose. Tickling.
He sneezes loud and sad.
In his hand, her notebooks.
An unfinished novel.
A winter’s attempt,
to chronicle their recipes.
Doodles. Drawings. Threats.
In his sneeze, one falls
and opens to the last page.
Smileys. Phone numbers.
Random mnemonics.
And then he sees it.
An abandoned poem.
Like him.
The last line dangles.
Unfinished and forever
half.
Posted on February 19th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 8 Comments »
The other day rads and I were yapping on the phone and on chat, and had this conversation on the perils of being creative online.
Now, rads writes a lot of fiction, and has a dedicated blog for the craft. I don’t think either of us fancies ourselves as some sort of undiscovered genius, but [...]
Posted on February 19th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 22 Comments »
Almost time to leave the workplace. Thankfully, am really liking the work, or the slightly longish hours would have me going nuts. But at that moment that I leave the workplace, and wait at the bus stop, I sometimes switch the sucky senti Bollywood music. It helps me pretend that I am somewhere in India. [...]
Posted on February 16th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Music, Film and Art, Rants and Rambles, Self | 6 Comments »
Having finished her tea
her stomach still grumbles.
A biscuit, a wafer. A stray fry.
Half an egg, and a complete,
random stranger’s birthday cake.
Her man and her love
handles. He is kind, but indicates.
Rather gently, than there is more
of her than there was,
a few months before.
Birds get fat in the winter.
Don’t they?
Then why can’t women?
Do birds worry about their
silouhette? [...]
Posted on February 13th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 20 Comments »
I never thought I’d say this, but watching this video makes me wish I go to the dentist right now!
Posted on February 9th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Funny | 5 Comments »
Spread the word. Send your chaddis to the moral police. Meanwhile, let’s create an anti-morality police. Anyone suspected of not behaving in a lewd enough manner will be gently educated on the wonders of hanging out and having fun.
You see, having fun is just bad, bad, bad for our Grand Indian Tradition. Hundreds of [...]
Posted on February 9th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Culture, India | 39 Comments »
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