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Adventures of a Paper Plane Pilot
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The Curd Rice Chronicles
Forget about being nice. Just stay curd rice.
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Curd rice on the streets. Mor mollagai in the sheets.
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Kadipatta must be sent to jail for showing up in curd rice.
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My balanced diet of curd rice, workaholism, wine and male tears.
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It’s not over until curd rice.
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The Spirit Writes Back
Each day I show you my love in how I survive
Yet you treat my existence like a blank check
Milking this cash cow for all your glories
Didn’t you realise that I make business
of sentiment, spirit and stories?
It wasn’t a check, my love, it was a loan
My heart beats in currency, concrete & stone
There’s a reason there’s never shortage in my vaults
And you don’t want to know what I do to those who default.
Signed with love,
The Mumbai Spirit
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A special place in your mind
Home isn’t just a where
It’s a why, a how, a who
Also a with whom.
Home is where the heart longs to beat.
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The Tinder Generation
We who fall in love like we’re making war,
still oddly find our peace in love-making and comfort in broken pieces.
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Read me a story of touch
when I cannot see
Sing me a song of colour
that reaches through
the white noise
Say you’ve got a story
I know it already
I knew it before you wrote it
You ask me what I think; you’re
hanging eagerly onto my answer
I pause and I say, you
should have made me nicer.
To feast on silences,
rich with promise and
garnished with warm breaths
To sip a thought
and feel it roll into the senses,
curling up into the head behind eyelids
To taste words,
that have sat in the mouth before
but never quite this way
To swallow a feeling so tender, it didn’t need chewing and feel a lump rise to meet it
What’s for dinner?
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A blanket of imagined futures draped
across the glass floor of memories
Walk across, lover, you tiptoe
over the goosebumps you cause me
Tear me a piece of your soul
We’ll use the drips to write poetry
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What say you?