All About Poetry: Reading Session and Slam


I recently moved to Pune and organised my first poetry event here. Here’s a clip of how the event went. Hope you guys enjoy! 🙂




The Presence of an M

Light had a way of finding him.

The tree shadows from the glow of

The lamp on the other side of the street,

The oversleeping sun laying rectangular

Bloated lines on his back.

Eyes reflecting the image of a girl

Gently tucked in beneath

A room full of sleep.


The red shirt formed patterns of

Comfort on the floor beside the bed.

Three petals of bougainvillea

Twelve hours hence, noticed

The change of humming

Daily routine. Tic-tac-toe

Of fingerprints.



Someone turned on a tap.

Red dipped scars

Followed like ants on line

On translucent window panes.

The night of the fight I

Sat quietly under the bed

As Mem poured kerosene on the chair

On the red pashmina she bought

Recently, and lastly on herself

Taking time to dip each strand of hair

As if buttering a chicken before it

makes it to the plate.

“Mem, don’t.”

She looked at me and

Smiled her dry quarter smile;

Skin lifted just at the edge.

Her eyes gave nothing away

Just a black abyss with memories

Gliding in a whirl.


“Someone turned on a tap, Mam. I

Can hear it drip.”

It’s scarring when a word brings back

Years of dusty boxed-up nightmares

And faces you at one go.

Five accusations in one night;

You are going for a ride.

“Don’t Mem.” Mem, don’t.

From my window seat


Of all the countless stars I see
And the dim lights across the field
And the stations carelessly passed
I finally breathe.

When you’re rushing, rushing
against time
And then you look up at the sky
Of all the countless stars you see
One shines bright.

Across the moors there is a frail
road; a lone bike stands by
Staring at the passing train
The calves graze on
Unperturbed, .

A dim lantern keeps its stand
Protector of the muddy homes
Kingdom under thatched roofs –
Of all the darkness that I see
I see you, if I close my eyes.

Sleepless night of sleepy eyes
Herb and water sits by my side.
The train halts as dawn
Creeps in.
I order two butter omelette fries.