• art by agnes-cecile
    Love

    My clumsy poetry

    I waited for you, expecting you to provide sanity amid all the insanity around. But you had things to do. And I gave in to the madness. And before I stopped waiting for you, I knew I had stopped waiting for myself. — Look around. A pretty face. And one more. Many more. A new fancy everyday. Whom would you kiss? Whom would you nibble at? Whose skin would you bite away and lick every naked crevice you can find as they shiver and surrender before the beast that you are. Whose hand would you hold? Whose eyes would you get lost into? Whose hair would you run your fingers…

  • Courtesy: An Le
    Love,  People

    Fall is here. It fills me.

    She had just sung a song for me, a melody of her own making. She had sung it with all abandon. And now she was looking right at me. Waiting. I saw her smiling wide. Lush brown waves falling over her shoulders. Eyes moist, and bright as sunshine, so brown, a rich roast. I smiled back, lost for words. Wondering which words would aptly describe the earth shaking beneath my feet. What words to describe the smell of her spring in these cold autumn winds. That I lived every note she had written, tracing them through my mad stories. How do I say that her song had taken me on a…

  • navyashree-emani-frankaffe
    People

    Navyashree Emani

    “An artwork caught our eye, and the conversation discussed the mischievous history of something that seemed so politely packaged. Quite like her, a wine that offers a tingle, mischief in a stately gown. The tip of the iceberg, inviting a conversation, layers revealed if the chords are struck right. Chilly ocean for the uninitiated, a hot water spring for one who hums along. And we discussed peaches. The appealing softness, just so warm in every light, the definite cheekiness and the desirable texture – a hint of what’s in store. A peach is intense, an acquired taste for those who seek sugar, sheer satiation for those who lick the sweetness…

  • On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how our naive existence falls prey to the little ups and down life has to offer, and how we often underestimate our strength.
    Love

    Naivety

    There are conversations around things you agree on and then some you do not. You work with inspiring minds, sharing a rare partnership and investing precious years into a project that builds lives - yours and theirs and everyone's around. You put yourself out there amidst people and souls, lending to their identity and borrowing theirs for your script, becoming an integral part of the song that plays across the wild winds, the song of this time.

  • On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how a bitter brew tends to be overwhelming yet ends up teaching you a valuable lesson in self love.
    Love

    The Taste of Bitter

    Bitter asks you to look within, for it holds a mirror to the face. Passions run high, when our emotions are manifested in the form of this tumultuous relationship. It is a grapple with the self, with no clear winner but sheer patience and self love. The simplest truth of them all, hence the most difficult.