VERSE | THE KNOCK KNOCK JOKE WITH A MENTAL TWIST

Written amidst the mind-numbing perils of never ending curfew lockdowns. Read at your own mental risk 🤓 Tak taka tak – Tak TakKaun hai bhai bata ab takCHINA!CHAI NA girana babuBari tarpay tarpay tarpayMeri leg not so halkay halkayKnock knockity! Knock KnockWho’s there, before I click back the lockZEBRA! ZE BRA in France is blackContinue reading “VERSE | THE KNOCK KNOCK JOKE WITH A MENTAL TWIST”

SHORT STORY|SOILANT GREEN* – Part 2

COLOMBO; SRI LANKA: December 20th, 2021: “Rockin’ around the Christmas tree Have a happy holiday! Everyone dancin’ merrily In the new old-fashioned way!” Deen sang aloud, with the crazed optimism of the generally reduced and the beaten down. He had dragged the unwieldy box of christmas decorations to the lobby entrance and had dived intoContinue reading “SHORT STORY|SOILANT GREEN* – Part 2”

SHORT STORY| SOILENT GREEN* – Part 1

COLOMBO; SRI LANKA: September 21st, 2021; 10pm: I breathed in deeply. I had to reduce my heart rate, get rid of all the disquieting thoughts ricocheting in my head and get my Calm back. I closed my eyes and focused on my chakras….each one visible, glowing, holding me safe…. There was a loud clamour fromContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOILENT GREEN* – Part 1”

POLITICAL FARCE|THE AGE OF STUPID – Part Deux

May 24th, 2021: The President Is Dead. It was not exactly a shock but it did put the Administration into a bit of a tailspin. DT’s* tenuous hold on his vitality and even his lucidity, had begun to loosen quite quickly after he won the 2020 election – through the electoral college loophole yet again,Continue reading “POLITICAL FARCE|THE AGE OF STUPID – Part Deux”

OPINION|The Covid Stigma

Of Humanity, Dignity and Collectiveness Of late, I have found myself thinking, contemplating and ruminating on our general state of being human. And I can only put down the uncomfortable confusion I feel to my obstinate tendency to see the glass half full. Because had I been a realist, I’d probably see our current humanityContinue reading “OPINION|The Covid Stigma”

REFLECTION|The New Superhero: Your Inner Voice

Is it just me or is the universe really trying to say something to this little blue planet, the size of a pin point in the gigantism of the cosmos? Is it me or is nature needling us with just a little more force than it’s usual maternal nudge for us to finally awaken? IsContinue reading “REFLECTION|The New Superhero: Your Inner Voice”

OPINION|What a Wonderful World!

I’m being facetious. It is quite far from being any version of wonderful, cohesive or civilised. As the Novel Corona traipses through our towns and cities like a merciless diabolist, we as humankind, as a planet, could not be rent more asunder. How did we get here? When did all the values of humankind thatContinue reading “OPINION|What a Wonderful World!”

PANDEMIC 2020|Positivum Cogitandi*

I have waxed eloquent as far as Pandemic Diaries go, on the thrills and the gloom of being “benignly incarcerated”. This piece will dive into the nuts and bolts of the experience as I try and capture a typical curfew-bound day in the tropical environs of the Colombo lockdown. It all starts at around 9.30amContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Positivum Cogitandi*”

VERSE|The Ballad of Bubba Buckley

A fond tribute to all the hillbillies around the world; to the vaccinated lot and the detergent gulpers 😉 I was mindin’ ma own beeswax, toilin’ on the grange,potterin’ in my chicken coops, Tendin’ to ma mange;Got it off sweet Misty Dawn, the old ass at the farm,She’s in Donkey Heaven now and left meContinue reading “VERSE|The Ballad of Bubba Buckley”

VERSE|I Sat Alone with Sadness

I sat alone with SadnessI felt it’s grainy edges,I saw it’s grey-bound form,I touched its dark, dark heartAnd then I heard it moanit’s dolorous dirge.It whispered of a gloomthat quelled the light inside.It spoke of a despair that clung like gnarled old ivy.It lamented of an anguishthat congealed the blood within.And i mouldered in theContinue reading “VERSE|I Sat Alone with Sadness”

SHORT STORY|The Fatigue

I was so tired. I arrived at my grandmother’s house, Z___abad, at a little past 3pm. It was a cool mid-March evening and the slight chill in the air felt soothing. I made my way up the broad walkway towards the main house. The familiar spring foliage in the inner garden was in full, salutaryContinue reading “SHORT STORY|The Fatigue”

PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)

Of Garlic presses, Firestarters and the BBC Starting with a cliche isn’t usually one of my proudest writing moments, but i’m employing the poetic/ prose license bestowed on all of us by these downright bizarre times. While it would seem almost counter-intuitive to wax eloquent on any kind of ‘home-boundedness’ at this juncture in ourContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)”