Just as the sun hit my face,

I forgot the foolish hours I stood by dusting the phone. The warmth enveloped me and things fell into place — if I were not enough then, at least now they are bygones. Last night my heart was drenched in red and white, I drank, I sipped; glasses clinked till the morning. Today I awoke…

My words are hungry

I was particularly fascinated by Adam Driver’s life story, from him enlisting in the Marines and then trotting into Hollywood. The process was an especially agonising one for the actor as he was medically discharged from the Marines after a severe sternum injury sustained from a mountain-biking accident. He was never deployed to missions in…

The Big Old Tree

It stood tall, meek, warm and yellow, with leaves too crisp and mellow. While I danced with a spring in my step, it too swayed along with the breeze, adept. Sometimes it would peer through my window. Green with envy, it waves hello and asks the summer heat to stop — blemished, sweltering and hot. From…

I know of such a place

where train tunnels are not always engulfed in darkness, where time rambles on tracks and meadows stay forever green only sometimes they become coated with yellowed snow to rejoice the coming of a European winter. Such a place I know of where you could freely run away from any catch twenty-two, where you could still be…

The Anti Bugle Call Rag

Such sobriety in the court where these kids played ball. It’s impossible to hear any gratifying bugle call or those subtle syncopated symphonies. Am I one to proclaim youth as phony? Look. Monotones can never be swank tunes, they are merely unrefined masterpieces of loons. Clad in black with anarchic unison, boorish teens gather among this white noise,…

Blue 

Finally I figured the reason why I refuse to cave in to people and things – call it an act of martyrdom, but dependence is a foolish ding. We harbour one thought – the weird one – that one of them perpetually stays, even when you come undone. But still naturally today I found myself…

Review: La La Land

A bit of madness is key to give us to color to see Who knows where it will lead us? Damien Chazelle’s Oscar winner Whiplash back in 2014 was a cacophony of intensity that delineated the pressure, sacrifice and pain that musicians face in a rat race in order to be considered as the best….

Falsetto

Whenever I long to reach for a something shelved too high, I ponder if cuts are going to itch or if tears are bound to run dry. Whenever I deem something unmissable, I linger for too long within its velvety edges. But my heart tells me to keep my composure as this world may be…

Higher

This whiskey got me feelin’ pretty So pardon if I’m impolite I just really need your ass with me I’m sorry ’bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I’m turnt up upstairs and I love you Is the only thing that’s in my…

Alone Together (Dang)

Late night, I took the subway back home, all by myself. Mellow acoustics murmured in my ears I glanced at my watch. “Dang, it’s twelve – that lonely hour in which people hold back tears.” Tongue tied, I watched them as they kissed, (however voyeuristic it might be) “Dang, young love is wonderful (- don’t…

Frankly my dear,

So tell me Was she on her knees when she kissed your crown? Did she sing all the right notes this time around? Have you smiled, and did all these make you drown? Go, don’t come to me to Tell me what you found

Reversion

So, I knew that person once. That person who treasured the littlest trinkets, and derived the utmost satisfaction from staring at late-night movie screens to heartily guffawing at romantic comedies. That person who was unselfish and hopeful – she expressed her affection gregariously and swore that the last thing she would do was go around slaughtering those who loved…