Shu Thayu

Those Bollywood nightsWhere memories old helped form the newWe both cut shapes on the floorWalking out of the bar into the crisp autumn air Across the river is the train homeWe pause, not because we can't turn backRather we fear what happens if we boardDo we turn our lives upside-down to chase the dream of… Continue reading Shu Thayu


The city that never sleepsFull of mystic, lights, billionaires & beggarsThe playground of Indian's eliteAnd kids play cricket on every streetHow I miss this city It may have the Gateway of India But it has the gateway to azadi  Even if the smog blocks the lightWalk down the streets as the autos and kallipilli wizz… Continue reading Mumbai


There is no shortness breathSay some words take heftI look out for patienceAs my thoughts are stuck in the station My mind needs to be activeMy mouth is protractedThere is intellectual theftEven if I am not bereft The chief culprit is meI feel like an amputeeMy knowledge dispossessedAs though I'm not even the best of… Continue reading Stuttering

Grasping Air

I’ve always been a dreamerYou would describe me as ridiculousAnd I would scoff at your tone as preposterousAll the fun and games, nothing wrong with our demeanour The world is your oysterThat is what I was toldMore a tale for the oldAs far as I can tell, there’s not even a pot to stir I… Continue reading Grasping Air


The sky is not just overcast, it's grey. The dreary atmosphere extracting everyone's soul. Each fibre holding it to you is torn. One by one. Slowly it stretches and strains, until snap! And it begins again, and again and again Lucky for me, where my soul should be; there is just despair. A hole where… Continue reading Expectations