d_demandasaurus

I stand on an island surrounded by the sea, a place that never wanted itself to be  Where the Victorian Gothic facades rise like hymns of another century, and the stone animals perched upon them breathe a silence that outlives every monsoon, every riot, every crumbling of the present. Owls with carved feathers guard the library domes, their eyes wide as if they alone can read the secrets the city hides beneath its noise. Cats, slender and alert, arch above courthouse arches, watching justice arrive late, as it always does here. Reptiles coil around forgotten pillars, their stone tails wrapped in stories that no one remained to finish. Grotesques cling to cornices with teeth bared sentinels of vanished fears, echoes of an empire that carved its nightmares into the body of the city. And beneath them, Bombay rearranges itself. Streets widen; skylines rise; old doors vanish behind new glass; war offices turn into cafés where people speak of futures the past could never have imagined. S...

Tuesday, I wait for the train. I stare into the tunnel, expecting the light to curl in from the left. It never does.  Like most things lately, I get the direction wrong. Saturday felt right for five minutes. A decision dressed up as courage because someone clapped for it. I let myself believe that applause was truth. It wasn’t.  It was me begging for reassurance  and  calling it bravery so I could sleep. Closure  I pretend I want it. But the part of me that feeds on “what if”  keeps the door open, just enough for hope  or delusion  to slip through. My heart is full of unsent sentences. My throat is clogged with things I will never say out loud. My mind has replayed Sunday so many times,  it’s losing colour. Sunday told me,  clearly,  that I am not important. Monday repeated it,  as if I needed confirmation. Still, here I am,  waiting in this tunnel for a light that isn’t meant for me, even though everything outside is brig...

I was born in the amber-dark, a creature stitched from instincts and fractures, always mistaking survival for purpose. My heart has been a park running on failing generators  alarms muttering, fences flickering, order collapsing one tremor at a time. The kind of place where love becomes the first creature to escape containment. I’ve chased every warm silhouette through the ferns, never understanding that affection isn’t engineered, isn’t summoned with codes or coaxed with control. It is wild a ripple in a still pool that foretells something larger than me. Chaos theory keeps laughing in my ear: a breath, a blink, a misplaced fear  and everything changes. Not because fate is cruel but because I still try to cage what was never mine. I see it now in the ruins of my own making: I’ve been the malfunction, the cracked pipe, the quiet system failure that lets the beasts roam free. To love is not to electrify the fences, nor demand the jungle kneel. To love is...

The sea’s running a fever again Clouds gossip above the costal hue deciding who’ll cry first. I try to clear the grey, Thunder turns blunder Another looming cloud awaits Then, out of nowhere, the sky does a soft reset. Wave crashing like memories old the traffic sighs back to life. Smog around, no clouds around Even in sunlight, I’m half-drenched Bombay doesn’t do closure, just drizzle all the way

They said I don’t need sleep  Just grind till I fade, Smiling through the noise, Like it’s part of the trade. Every word’s a blade dressed up as praise, Cutting deep inside, But I laugh it away. You don’t see the nights I stayed, The dreams I sold, the dues I paid, For one small win, one breath of air, And a navy blue well-fitted pair. It’s not the cloth, it’s what it bears, Years of waiting, quiet stares, Pride stitched tight, with threads of care, A navy blue well-fitted pair. You wore it like it wasn’t mine, And I smiled to keep in line, But something cracked inside that glare, When you took my navy blue well-fitted pair. Walls too thin, hearts too loud, Every knock feels like a crowd. It’s not the door, it’s what it means  Another test in the same old dream. Trying to stand, trying to breathe, But anger’s easier to believe. You don’t see the nights I stayed, The dreams I sold, the dues I paid, For one small win, one breath of air, And a navy blue...

It always starts the same Calendar creeps up Friendship Day The day everyone posts filters and friendship bands Inside jokes and perfect group shots Tagging the world Except me And I tell myself I knew I always knew this day was coming And yet it still sucker punches my ribs like those "harmless jokes" they made in law school the ones that drew laughs from crowds and bruises I couldn't explain They applauded my pain called it banter And I stayed like a fool Because passion had a price And I paid it in silence and sarcasm We made a club once remember Built on dreams sweat And a stupid little fire I carried like it could warm us all Till they told me "Leave" Because it was easier ofcourse it was a easy shutter  But I digress I've got a tectonic friend now she shifts the earth for others shares, seeks and askholes  with me And I’ve helped Hell I've listened But I never do the opposite  Because I don't want another me  Then there’s the new one The maybe ...