Olden of the water



To one of the few living witnesses, an homage…

Amazed at your grandeur I quiver in your shadow.

     Smell of old, smell of water and of dirt.

How to understand your magnificence?

     You just lie still for it all.

Uncountable existences have lain by your shade.

     And innumerable more will pass after my passing.

Encountering your presence I ask…

     …please tell me the stories of old.

How to decipher your silence?

     Watch the sunshine, hear the wind and feel the past.

Unravelling your body takes my mind away.

     One more intricacy of the giant, one more attribute that makes me awe.

Enriched by your existence I stand beside you.

      Proud and strong I feel.

Towards immortality you have pushed our existence.

     Allow me, in the smallest measure, to return this gesture.

Ending these lines I make this homage, Olden of the water.

     Receive my praise, my respect and my love.

Indigo silhouette

I woke to the intense light,

like many times before…

The box was silent, but so was the rest of the room.

A bit confused I started to remember…  

it seems he got the girl at the end… but don’t they always do?

I struggle to find the remote… I ache for the soft mattress and the warm duvet. 

My arm fights to be free, the numbness makes it difficult. 

I start to get annoyed as my sight adjusts to the brightness…

and there you are… not a full you, just the contour of you…

The luminosity bathes your body; black and blue fill my eyes. 

Elegance…

even at the weirdest of posses you manage to ease my numbness.

I believe the bed can wait.



Pyre Light

The smoke, it slowly rises
In the wind it's almost singing
Flames cover the faces
As it's been through the ages

The final knowledge is lost
From the man, at whose cost?
Where's my guardian angel?
There must be a place...somewhere

Brave faced ones begin to listen
The Holy man catches their glimpses 
No need to address us now
For this turn is over


Frightened from the beginning
My duty has been done
The day is finished
Look what I've become 

Silhouette, no more

Smell of gunshots

still pungent

in the air.

Empty pockets

collect scars

and despair.

A distant fire

flickers slowly

and dies,

leaving behind 

a carcass

of the night.

To whom 

we are slaves, 

and you 

the authority

Our lives are but 

a piece of 

your charity.

But when it's time

to reverse

the flow,

we will conquer

the fear, and our

bronze dreams 

will soar… 

We will reclaim

our existence,

our past

and our fate,

and bask in the sun, 

no more 

a silhouette.

Will there be love for you

in our hearts then,

The day we wear 

the same colour again?

Tall Tree

The smoke, it slowly rises
In the wind it's almost singing
Flames cover the faces
As it's been through the ages

The final knowledge is lost
From the man, at whose cost?
Where's my guardian angel?
There must be a place...somewhere

Brave faced ones begin to listen
The Holy man catches their glimpses 
No need to address us now
For this turn is over


Frightened from the beginning
My duty has been done
The day is finished
Look what I've become 

Tree of Eden

My roots dig deep

still in search of

an answer.

My branches reach out

to part the wisdom - 

(mere seeds of change)

I hide the truth

in my shadows,

but for a few

who care.

While my kin,

walk carelessly

over my tears … 

… which fall to earth

soft and velvet -

(flowers of 

vibrant colours)

Bringing back

memories of

the lovers … 

… and of a time, 

when a tree, 

fell in love with a butterfly.

(And bore a fruit

that would 

alter the course

of human life.)

Write here, right now

A few weeks back, this was just an idea. A write club. A place where my friends Hugo, Paresh and I can post our writings, our thoughts, and generally anything which catches our fancy. Over a few beers and my very own version of home cooked Indian meal (with the addition of a hot Mexican salsa made to Hugo's recipe and Paresh's home made 'speciality' ginger cake), we came up with the idea of a blog which will motivate each of us to write more.

For now, we don't really have a concrete structure for the blog, but decided to test the waters with the help of a writing exercise where each of us write about a common topic in our own way- just to get the creative juices flowing! In future though I hope this space will evolve and take shape after our individual personalities.

Over the course of the next few posts I hope you will find out a little more about us, but for now I will stick to the first rule of write club, which forbids us to speak (any more) about it, and instead let the writing do all the talking.

Happy reading and welcome to the club!