Latokoshero Writes

 Buwa I have been thinking of you lately your exuberance on those starry nights cold summer breeze, open skies my head on your chest your hands on my hair the joy you felt when you shared your tales of turtles & rabbits, of madmen and saints, i remember cucumbers and watermelons its sweet taste under moons and constellations i remember the spark on my eyes when i saw yours amidst the darkness i remember those nicknames you gave me i had many haku singh, kalu prasad, kaley tumbahamfe i remember that voice i remember the laugh i remember the joy i remember the five rupee note my first salary from your hands when i massaged your back I remember the morning shakes the hundred rupee you had saved for alcohol and cigarettes on Jerry and swari tarkari I remember the taste of that extra bite from your plate I remember the ghosts you said you battled with your shotgun from Germany the day i peed my pants when you invited me to see those ghosts how scared i was, how you smiled and said y...

Memory Endless horizons amorphous whites auric auras of infinite sunsets mellow lights fading to black into city charms with infinite homes infinite lives infinite worlds do you see what i see? the summer breeze whispering greens rhythms of time dancing in silhouettes wrapped inside the songs of blackbirds singing of the transcendence do you hear what i hear? droplets on leaves like emeralds and ecstasy the middle of nowhere enriched with everything this world can offer a smile, a tear, a sigh a breath, a warmth, a chill hands holding souls lips merging worlds of imagination and gloom do you feel what i feel? pomegranates and dirt childhood bliss and spring calls i belong to no nowhere nowhere beyond sunflowers and cherry beyond spring fields and buwa's arms beyond busy streets and aama's palms the fragrance of pomegranates and dirt do you smell what i smell? i hope you could i hope i could capture and embrace moments into pictures, art, and poetry alas, the world isn't ver...

Isn't it just great to play with doggos? They are cute, fluffy, playful, and don't hold back to blissfully wag their tail when you pet them on their head or caress them below the chin.  It feels ecstatic to notice how the doggo closes its eyes in peace, enjoying the open and intimate communication of love between two entirely different species. I was at a local forest today, and while I was chilling with the trees, a doggo came and sat next to me. 'Aau aau eta aau, Come come Come here', I signaled him with my hands, smirking at him like a gullible young child. I started petting him, playing with his hair, and telling him he's a good good doggo. The doggo closed its eyes, seemingly in comfort, and started wiggling its tail with joy. I couldn't stop but feel the exuberance of those wags; they spoke something deep inside me today. A unique emotion flabbergasted me. I was unsure of its origin, but it was a familiar emotion that I couldn't pinpoint. I stopped pet...