Coelacanth (To Aimee N. from a fan)

I’m like a coelacanth, A fossil, which is neither a vestige, Or a freak of nature, a rare presence In a dead pool of sibling species. Just like this ancient fish, Austen days Are still around, like the 14th of February, Where men become rose carriers, The day when fossils become relevant, In a world…

Hagfish

Sometimes life constricts you. You see an ocean with dimensions, Like a fish bowl. You say to yourself, That there are conspiracies that play, Judge and executioner, at least that’s another Name for fate, when you are served snake eyes. You’re the sail-less catamaran, A wingless parakeet And still you’re trying to escape that box…

Questioning The Status Quo (A Toastmaster’s Speech)

  A year or so ago, I watched a movie called ‘Salmon Fishing In The Yeman’. It was a love story that starred Ewen McGregor and Emily Blunt. The story of the film was based on introducing salmon fishing in Yeman, as a sport. In the story, it showed how fish swim only in one…