kaustuvinPoets Unlimitedafter lunchthis is the time when the mind loses its way.Jan 14, 2017Jan 14, 2017
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedHappy HourAt dusk the bare shoulders are tan, amber and pale.Dec 11, 20161Dec 11, 20161
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedTelok Ayer 2-Alfresco 7 pm.The Kaki Lima dozes deep in shadows left by Mr RafflesAug 6, 2016Aug 6, 2016
kaustuvLet us design habitsWhat do we do every day? We leave our homes, we walk to the bus-stop, we board a bus and we get off exactly where we need to. One might…Jul 30, 2016Jul 30, 2016
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedTelok Ayer morning.The tea slops around and some lands outside the cup. I sip. I chew.Jul 23, 20163Jul 23, 20163
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedBlood on the breadThe blood on the bread tastes so niceJul 6, 2016Jul 6, 2016
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedRiver Basin. 7:45pm.The silence hums like the signal of a forgotten loverJul 3, 2016Jul 3, 2016
kaustuvinPoets UnlimitedThe deafening unborn silenceSun’s too bright. Pull down that shade, will you?Jul 1, 2016Jul 1, 2016
kaustuvinthe CafeOn the morning commuteAre you trying to be sympathetic? Don’t. Hey, hold on to that handrail, will ya? The bus just swerves now and then and we don’t want you…Jul 1, 2016Jul 1, 2016