Sreesha Divakaran's Blog, page 4
April 14, 2018
The Legend of a Black Car – Part 1
Some say he wore a suit and a black hat. Some say he wore white linen pants and sandals. There were those who claimed he wore red… Read more "The Legend of a Black Car – Part 1"
April 7, 2018
If On A Lonely Highway A Cat… On Fears, Superstitions and More
He is waiting for my answer. I’m sitting at my desk, looking at his message, the security camera right above my head capturing a perplexed, scrunched up… Read more "If On A Lonely Highway A Cat… On Fears, Superstitions and More"
March 31, 2018
The Time A Squeegee Taught Me Things About Adulthood
Thirty one, my favorite book announces in a detached, bleak voice, is a viable, die-able age. Did I plan to start my post with something so morbid?… Read more "The Time A Squeegee Taught Me Things About Adulthood"
February 6, 2018
Earth
Do you think the earth feels pain when it’s shot with dynamite to make more caves? Or do you think it’s relieved, that it finds there’s more… Read more "Earth"
October 26, 2017
The Funeral Of A Dress
Somewhere between the corner of your eyes and the corner of your lips, my love for you was gone. Your expression did not change, your smile was still warm, and I knew then you did not know. Was I ready… 
September 13, 2017
Inside Jokes and Late Goodbyes
This must have been a dream because I can’t remember how it began, the details of the ending are hazy, but I remember everything in between. What followed waking was rebuilding, reconstructing, retracing, recovering. You and I recanting – all… 
August 13, 2017
The Spider’s Web
The alarm goes off, piercing through the cold December morning. It is still dark – all the stars seem to have died. A tangible darkness, like a shroud. Like my shroud. I’d felt at peace while asleep; the alarm changed… 
July 23, 2017
Don’t Stop Speaking
Don’t stop speaking. You have a way of peering into me, as if your gaze does not merely cross the pretend barrier my glasses have built, but also sees right through me. It scares me every time you stop speaking… 
July 20, 2017
The World Is Turning Upside Down
I thought I heard clocks resetting Turning time back by the hands Turning it to a long time ago I thought I heard it start and stop Start and stop But I could not have been more wrong Because the… 
June 20, 2017
Lost Long Roads
Pine trees on my fingernails grow, Pepper vines twist into my anklets, From the tropics, from the snow. Smooth stones hide in my jacket. Dirt coats my soles But walk I will this length and breadth. The earth, my playground,… 
