Ink-stained Fingers.

The creative writing journal of a journalist, traveller & to-be novelist

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Saturday, January 4, 2025

Twin Souls

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Skin & thoughts You're branded on my skin and my thoughts So deeply that I'm scarred By the strength of your passion. Ending eac...
Monday, October 7, 2024

Being with you

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Being with you is like being in a labyrinth with no exit And at every turn And every corner Awaits a monster I don't want to face Endles...
Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Sunny days

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  The sun and the time I think they're having a secret love affair For on the sunniest of days, Time moves at a slow, languid pace...
Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Through space and time

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Whatever you do, don't shut me out. ❤️ Let me kiss old photos of you Push my longing through the barriers of time And hope that you feel...
Thursday, June 6, 2024

Living in my head

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My favorite place to be? In your thoughts. When you think of me, I feel like you're with me Living in my head Flowing through my blood B...
Friday, May 24, 2024

Aftershocks of desire

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I reel under aftershocks of desire For hours after Twinges coursing through my veins Setting my cells on fire So unbearable So pleasurable A...
Thursday, May 23, 2024

Stupid crybaby

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Stupid crybaby Never been able to get a handle On the damned waterworks Never been able to put a censor on Or stem the flow of my feelings S...

A little too much

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If I wanted you less, it would be so much simpler my emotions in check and not a rollercoaster ride through highs and lows that leave me fee...
Friday, October 27, 2023

Red lipstick

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Passions were running high that Friday night. A 19-year-old flirted flagrantly with a young cashier at the supermarket. Outside, meaningful ...
Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Winter

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Every year, I feel the bite of winter anew. The clouds of mist and the changing view, the morning frost and the silvery greys breathe whispe...
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Wednesday, July 20, 2022

A life spent in hiding

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I have lived A life spent in hiding From people From shadows From all the myriad things That strike fear into my timid heart But I do so lov...
Wednesday, June 22, 2022

My Happiest Memory

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I have spent 32 years on this planet. Yet, whenever I close my eyes and think of a time when I was the happiest, the answer is always the sa...
Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Some kind of alchemy

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I sing for you, my growing toddler And sometimes, your eyes seem as enthralled as that 4 month old who used to lie back unable to do much el...
Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Culture: The root cause of social evils in India

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While scrolling through my Facebook timeline today, I came across some outrage regarding a Bombay High Court ruling that pressing a minor’s ...
Thursday, January 14, 2021

Pain and poetry

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All art is an explosion of built up pain. The pain builds up slowly brick by brick until it forms a wall that can only be broken by the flou...
Friday, December 6, 2019

No photos of autumn this time

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Sadly, I have no photos of  autumn  this time I was far too busy Watching the motion of the falling leaves The way they sang ...
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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Post-Shower Bliss

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That feeling of contentment after a long, warm shower When thoughts have settled and the mind has quietened And the body feels ligh...
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Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Rainy days

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I do love rainy days The way the droplets cloak my windows In a silvery, eyelid mosaic With the more adventurous ones careening d...
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Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Not a native speaker

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But I'm not a native speaker Never mind that The first book I read At 7 - Devoured Dreamed Imagined And smelled ...
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Saturday, May 4, 2019

I don't want a tribe.

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You talk to the opposite sex - They say ‘Find your tribe’ You marry outside your caste – They say ‘Find your tribe’ ...
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Friday, May 3, 2019

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There's so much collective pain in humanity. Too dark, too poor, too modern, too old-fashioned, too Indian, too foreign, too thin, too ...
Thursday, April 11, 2019

Heimat

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In German, the word 'heimat' is something akin to 'homeland'. Don't go mistaking it for nationalism - its origins an...
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Wednesday, January 2, 2019

We are a blessed generation

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The human race - We bear the burden of many sins, But also the gift of creation. So much pain, Yet so much beauty. We are a b...
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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

A Plan For My Old Age

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There was a time when the average lifespan for human beings was not more than 60 years. In some ways, it was a blessing. One did not hav...
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

India: Is It Really Unity in Diversity?

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I am critical of my country because I know it well. I am not anti-national, nor am I nationalistic. On an intellectual level, I don'...
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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Finally, A Dating App That Knows You’re More Than Just A Picture

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Courtesy: Pixabay A good selfie, a bunch of hobbies, your age, sex, and location – is that all you are, really? And would you want some...
Wednesday, November 7, 2018

On family.

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Everyone's always going on about the importance of family, but not all families are the warm, supportive cocoons they ought to be. Fami...
Friday, November 2, 2018

I just want to breathe.

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Don't want no gold. No diamonds. Just my peace. My privacy. My little piece of sweet paradise. Don't want to pretend. No ...
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