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And Then, There Is Grief
As a writer, I wondered… Can I create poetry that tore? What after all, did I know about pain too pure to bear, or grief too deep to share? What did I know? Indeed! I looked up the meaning of words that stood in for grief. Distressed, in agony, desolate, in purgatory, or drowning in… Continue reading
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Melancholia
… of a writerly kind A half-remembered tune melts into me. I rise up trying to meet it… grab it make it fully mine. But the very acting of reaching rips the melody out of my mind. Just the ghost of it stays behind to tease me with its unformed lines. Haunted by a feeling,… Continue reading
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The Statue
Walking had become a pleasure again. The sun was gentler, and the breeze cooler. My hip did not feel tight anymore and I could swing my right leg without that twinge and ache in my bones. It also took less effort each morning to talk myself into getting ready to head out for the walk,… Continue reading
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Paper Dreams
Hello dear readers, Silly of me to address you guys as my dear readers given that I have not posted anything out here for anyone to read for a while. I have used the break to complete the first draft of my very first novel, A River’s Love Song. I am now working on the… Continue reading
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A Quay in Girvin
Something powerful a monster roiling underneath. The waves of Girvin speak a tongue deeper than any I have seen. It speaks not for ears but for the beating heart and the soul that churns within Hypnotic… the waves rise invitingly resisting the pull of ancient primitive forces that call me from deep within. I think… Continue reading
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A Return
I have learnt that the final draft is never the final draft, especially when working on one’s first ‘proper’ novel. Suffice it to say tears of blood have been shed. Continue reading
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In the shadows
There are days when darkness does not scare me And then there are days when I shy away from the light. And my truth stays hidden. At times a total renegade to my own cause I search for my reality in another’s eyes… only to see blurred, murky Pools of reflections Posing as my reality.… Continue reading
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Poem Excerpt
Am slowly limping back into social media. My novel’s final draft is almost done, and I now realise that it is not the final draft. I want to make a few more changes… Aaargh. To paraphrase Deepak from Masaan, “yeh drafts kahe katam nahi hote bey?” (Why doesn’t re-writing come to an end man?) So,… Continue reading
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Melancholia
I have been busy focusing on completing what I hope is the final draft of my first novel. This basically means that I have let the blog slide. Apologies. This is a poem I had written recently, and was featured in the latest (25th) issue of Dubai Poetics. (https://dubaipoetics.com/edition-xxv) Melancholia By Binu Sivan (Click on… Continue reading
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TEACH HER A LESSON
I am trying to get my head around what is unfolding in Kerala. To boil it down to its bare essentials. A leading actress and actor had a fallout. There are many theories, reasons and notions floating around. Some say that she had rejected his advances and he was miffed. Others say that… Continue reading
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