The Idea-smithy

“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”
- The Little Prince, Antonie St.Exupery
What shall I do when I find myself lost, without a map or sign of redemption?
And how will I remember that there are those who await my return,
When the darkness wraps me, leaving just a knife-edge sliver of light to show [...]

Romance is dead, this is true.
Romance is just a myth foisted on the world by men to keep women chained to their stupidity.
Which is why I think romance and its sorry butt can get kicked, strangled, have acid poured down its eyeballs, buried barely breathing and have its grave danced upon.
Instead I’ll just switch off [...]

Skin powdered to smooth perfection
Lipstick patted dry to a subtle, near non-erasable hue
Eyes smoky and heavy-lidded
Colours muted enough to be classy
The voice pitched a tad above inaudible, just below husky
And her movements just the right side of languid,
Never erring into lethargic,
Shying clear of boistrous
And yet, through the night
She is, as a beacon
Moths or fireflies perhaps,
Flocking [...]

Sensitivity is the permission you give yourself to feel.

No more, no less.
Not how much you feel about other people.
Not how much you feel about yourself.
Not how many tears you shed.
Not even how much you feel.
Simply how much you allow yourself to.
To illustrate, a poem from long ago when I was still into rhyming and used [...]

I shut down Behind Cobwebs over a year back. I miss it today. I shut it because I thought I was getting to be too negative and that just having a place to put it was encouraging even more negativity.
Today, with nearly three times more visibility and so much more cheeriness that I’ve dredged up [...]

From across a continent,
a voice, faraway and yet too close for comfort
drawls her name and rumbles on about life, the way she is supposed to live.
It interrupts her silence to ask, have you forgiven?
…………..have you forgotten?……
 
The ship – Salvador Dali  
An inconspicous looking email in her inbox carries a long, flowery poem,
the kind that [...]

Mumbai…
One sunday in December in one suburb of Mumbai…
A girl…
wakes up in her cosy bed in a colourful room..in one corner
of a busy household.
The sounds of a morning almost all gone…noon peeking
through the blinds and announcing its arrival bring her to
wakefulness.
And yet her mind is somewhere else…she chases behind it
and forces it back into her [...]