Short story – Just a Dream

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The best part was that I knew it was a dream, through and through. The car ride. The mountain. The mounds of sand. I was even able to remember details, strange for a dream. I was able to recall the strong smell of the diesel in the car, the heat shimmering from the sand. I … Read more

தாமரையின் முக்தி.

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நான் சேற்றில் மலர்ந்த வெண்தாமரைப்பூ. வெட்கி நாணிக் கோணி சிவந்து தலை குனியும் என் தோழிகளுக்கு நடுவிலே பளபளப்பாக வெண்ணிறத்தில் தோன்றும் நான், ஒரு கரும்புள்ளி. நான் மட்டும் ஏன் இப்படிப் பிறந்தேன்? சிலர் சொல்கிறார்கள், சூரியனுக்கு என் மீது வெறுப்பு என்று. என் பக்கம் அவன் பார்க்கவே மட்டேன் என்கிறானாம். அதான் எனக்கு இந்த நிறக்குறையாம். நான் உங்களுக்கு உண்மையைச் சொல்கிறேன். எனக்குத் தான் அவன் மீது வெறுப்பு. அவன் என்ன தான் என்னைப் பார்த்து பல்லைக் காட்டி … Read more

Fiction: The Kurukshetra Premier League

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1 Lord Vinayaka, the elephant-headed god, the destroyer of evil, was reclining comfortably on his sofa on Mount Kailash after a heavy afternoon meal. After all, people insisted on treating him every single day with everything from coconuts to kozhukattais. No wonder, he mused, that Dr. Dhanvantri kept telling him to get more exercise on … Read more

Lines on the back of a peepal leaf

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It was under the blue sky, yes, the same blue sky that roofs yourself and myself, the blue sky under which we have spent so many happy hours unmindful of its very existence, it was right under the blue sky that I got your message written on the peepal leaf scroll. I was in the … Read more

From the top of the lighthouse

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I am the lightThat shines in a streamAcross the sands of the beach,Making the grains glimmer.Running in circlesI shine on, to penetrateTo the end of the endless skyTill the depths of the ocean’s profundity.From the heights of the cloudsTo the heads in the crowdsI look, I peek, I search, I seek.My circles, they seem eternal;I seek their culmination.Myself, … Read more

Sustenance

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I am turning the earth outleaf and root, trout and sprout. Borrowing heat from fire, moisture from airwater and will, splendid fare. to my godI dedicate.myself,I vindicateof lack of expression;by silent devotion. first morselof the food, of the earthsustainingme, my god, mein me.

Yen

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This is my yen. The integrityOf a stolid treeThe candorOf the wind whispering with the leavesThe diligenceOf those very leavesThe freedomOf the cloudsThe responsibilityOf the earthThe trustOf monkeys on a mountain-topThe loveOf the rainFirm friendshipLike those of the starsPopulating my sky;My skySo high and pureAnd above everything else…My independent moonReigning in the shadow of powerYour … Read more

Necker cube

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Once upon a time – don’t ask me why all stories have to have taken place at some definite time in the past – my story is timeless, I think. Still, for the sake of tradition, I say ‘once upon a time’. To resume, once upon a time, there was a woman, not unlike a … Read more