She flies, she flies
In the vermillion skies.
There's a fiery light
She moves down and down,
To the sienna burnt earthen browns.
They're dark, they're light,
They're full of . . .
Of The Self
She celebrates being her fullest self,
An expression that even the daring lack.
Her ‘self’ expressed in singular stories,
With characters from the rural shack.
With every cast dawning . . .
Photo Credits : WhileSippingCoffee
Location : The Space at 9/2, Kolkata
Event : The Socials organized by The Interactive on 26th September 2015
Founders : Anahita Kayan & Anuradha Thirani
Hosted by Calcutta Angels Network
She dreamt of an evening of conversations.
The kind that leaves one feeling inspired.
Where two . . .
Of An Open Wound
Layers of paper coated the walls. He hated the galvanized iron structure. It reminded him of all that was pent up inside. The corrugation like the scars in his heart - hot-dipped,cold-rolled, pressed hard against the quagmire of life. The pitches and depths . . .
Yarn To Body
I feel his hands, brushing through my hair
And gently, like a pendulum, they sway.
Pulling and pushing and tugging at my locks
Straightening out of what is the pride of a Faroese.
Wild, wild, my fleece is wild,
Gently he picks, his combing is mild.
I’m neat, I’m clean, and I’m free of dust,
I’m raised from the base so that . . .