short thoughts: on judging one’s existential state, or, the answer to “how are you?”

When people ask how you are, I wonder how many actually know what they are asking? Is it just a customary greeting? Are you enquiring about my overall well-being, encompassing my personal, professional, and social lives? Is it a question on how I am physically, whether all my parts are in working order? I spentContinue reading “short thoughts: on judging one’s existential state, or, the answer to “how are you?””

short thoughts: on why I create, and why I share

Creation begets creation, this post is a testament to that – these thoughts came to me while commenting on another post where someone questioned our urge to create and share. For me, the need to write often arises as an outlet for the overwhelm in my mind, but also as a way to preserve myContinue reading “short thoughts: on why I create, and why I share”

Ode to a tomato

– the literal fruit of my labor and love Written for dVerse’s Poetics challenge for the week, where Sanaa asked us to write a poem on one of the beautiful minimalist photographs by Glenn A. Buttkus. I chose the one featured here, a close up of a simple tomato hanging off a vine. It remindedContinue reading “Ode to a tomato”

The Harem in Me

I’ve been reading Elif Shafak’s memoir Black Milk: on Writing and Motherhood recently. The writer talks of the “harem of women inside her”, she calls them her Choir of Discordant Voices, her Thumbelinas, her finger-women. These women inside her are both her guides and her critiques; they disagree on everything and argue constantly, there’s noContinue reading “The Harem in Me”

short thoughts: on beginnings and endings

“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” I consider these words as I try to trace our journey, from the first awkward introduction to now. I’m trying to figure out how we got here, how every soul baring conversation, every round of banter, every unexpected adventure, every conflict ofContinue reading “short thoughts: on beginnings and endings”

short thoughts: the upcoming death of a diary

Hello, friend. Hi, dear diary I’ve downloaded all my excess and overwhelming thoughts and feelings into for the past few years. I wonder who I’ll be when you are all filled up? Why does it feel so literal, the very real possibility of a closing chapter in life, nay, the ending of a saga, coincidingContinue reading “short thoughts: the upcoming death of a diary”

Kaleidoscope

a million facets, ever-changing never still, never captured by eyes or otherwise ~ the kaleidoscope of him only grows ~ holding its secrets close it flies free, reveling and she’s left, still wondering I will forever be left fascinated by kaleidoscopes, and the people who make kaleidoscopes seem simple. This is my attempt at aContinue reading “Kaleidoscope”

What’s in a name…#lockdownpoem

They called it “the new normal” We stayed at home, put away our going out shoes and bags Got used to seeing the same faces at every meal and also in between, some of us only on screens. Do they miss us? The streets we used to clog with our fume-y automobiles The seats onContinue reading “What’s in a name…#lockdownpoem”

Letters to my younger selves

Dear 18 year old Mubash, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I remember you as so eager. Eager to please, eager to fit in, eager to succeed – whatever that meant. You travelled halfway across the world to start a new phase of life, the college years, the America years, the first timeContinue reading “Letters to my younger selves”