Category: Poetry

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how it feels to start another entrepreneurial venture again - post experiences at Hammer and Mop, SILA and Eské.

Stepping Out of Real Estate, and How Art Tempts

Offering a briefing on culture and design, we feature amazing individuals and places from across the globe. These are stories of courage, experimentation and creative success – a rare fulfilment that most only strive for. We underline the purpose and the individual inspiration behind the ever evolving facade of their work output. We share stories, for everyone to read on a Sunday morning. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how he feels torn between indoors and the rainy outdoors. It is a rare fear that keeps us from being ourselves.

I stand by as it rains.

I am made for the rain. The rain is made for me. Yet I stand by the door, shuffling my feet. A rare uncertainty keeping me on the edge. It rains as it always will. With a certain strength, with a certain grace. It rains with a set jaw and a steady gaze, not a care in the world. Why do I care so? Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares his experiences on reading Sheetal Sivaramakrishnan's poetry. Titled 'with me / otherwise', the book offers a look within.

On Poems by S

With ease, she slips into a conversation of summer and the rain. Almost as if you have bumped into her on a long winding village road, sat beneath a tree and exchanged stories for a longer time. One can almost imagine how her words are leaping out of the paper, absurd yet making sense in the way they have been structured. Absurd, yet falling into place like a human does. Absurd, and utterly mad, utterly raw, reminding you of what you went through the last you had sex. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje attempts to explain the necessity of indulging in the promiscuous river, if only to get to the other side. Sex cleanses you.

The Necessary Indulgence

You attempt to swim through the raging river and stumble a bit. It threatens to take you away with it and you lose your footing a few times. You take a dip, feel it the way it has been described, attempt to tame and fail miserably. The river knows no land. You seek land. But you belong to the river. How dare you dream of something the river does not understand? It attempts to overwhelm and a weaker man may falter Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how beginning a new relationship is akin to the journey of a sail boat. He also expresses gratitude towards his past.

The Celebratory Hangover

We trace the lines of our thoughts while pausing in the middle of the rush. There is no patient Sunday afternoon that waits for this exercise. It is often an extra hour on a Monday night that has been squeezed through, which allows us to truly document our existence. This is no broadcast of political correctness, but a form of personal expression. The way we move about in society – conversing and interacting. Similarly, we write and bring forth what our mind stirs. It makes us what we are, for the future to read. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how affection, carefree laughter and willingness to bring down walls helps build a relationship. Poetry for a rainy evening.

All in.

“I’ll just keep this over here,” she stated, as her toothbrush joined mine in the mug. loved how it wasn’t a question. There is wonder in her eyes, unflinching curiosity of the world around. Her laughter provokes, and nibbles at my inhibitions. Read more →

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