Love Letters

 

Most of those evenings after school, I am welcomed home

with her regular snack

these thin dosas, wheat or maida, based on costs;

a mixture of jaggery and coconut stuffed inside,

and their corners ritualistically folded to an envelope;

concealing the content inside from the world outside to a scroll,

or a flattened square, from the pan to plate......

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An Evening at the Marina Beach

Behind the bleak silhouetted-

line of shops on the beach road of Chennai;

the sun launched its descent,

her true colors leaking behind the landscape,

enticing every artist’s strolling soul,

capturing their wandering feet of desire under her spell.

The warmth stays still,

mesmerized by the tangerine sun

making its way into frames and pages

filling every blanks the color of a faded henna stain.....

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An Ode to Southern Railways Tea

An ode to the drink we share, I write;
No, not the Starbucks 100 rupee coffee, we never drank
Nor for the bitter CCDs we chose, I write this ode.
But, to that five rupee tea,
on every station of the railway track, you find.........

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