I still remember her look when she saidI, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.I still feel the pain oozing through dry eyes.stung by abandonment; frozen with shock I, too, had a home… till yesterday evening.Her loved ones threw her out, but she survived,stung by abandonment, frozen with shockSome day, I will build another home … Continue reading Determination tinged with ….
Moon chuckles, "It's not a rocket, it's a plane."They are not invaders, just admirers from afarI choose what to reveal, what to concealThe plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moon They are not invaders, just admirers from afarNo machines to be parked, no flags hoistedThe plane cuts through clouds, and greets the moonDon't worry, … Continue reading The Moon Celebrates
every pore - a screamfights expectations galorepatriarchy reignsa feminist sculpted bycarving rocks of social norms Poetics Tuesday
Welcome to the club with blindfoldspromise not to see anything more thanwhat benefits usLeave ethical baggage behindyou won't sink with stones around your neckIf storms rock the boatHold on tight to each otherDo not divulge secretsTill we find a submarineand go underwaterThen, if you are luckyEven you may leave-Alive, but mutedfor spoken truthtakes you closer … Continue reading Conspirators’ Club
Wordsescape neural pathwaysto find their place in the worldbefore I can incarcerate them on a page Wordsdisappear in the nightcaptured by someone in the name ofsynchronicity; employed in another story Wordschoose their owners and stories;Not everyone looks up the Synonyms pageNot every word is found when you need it most Wordsjoin context and expressionsto play … Continue reading Words
My thoughts wander on undulating sandI feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsI go with high tides, then choose to subsideUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calm I feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsWatch tales unfold as waves hit the shoreUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calmI am the reader and the … Continue reading When I spin yarns
those who sinned for a seasonstand under arc lightsbathed in glory for all they do rightA seer sneers;talks about volcanoesHow the flash of brilliancewill show them in shadows... Where do storms originate?compressed ragevictims turn in gravesIndignation on a rampagebeyond borders of life adding more to its tribe The world outside – ignorantground beneath their feetparts … Continue reading Sin for a Season
words of fire singe my skinbut the winter insidedoes not let them in a surgeon suturesmy broken interiorswalks outhead hung low the last breathlike a serpent’s hissrocks my existenceliberates the soulfrom quietnessto high-activity zones Quadrille #224
I draw a circle on paperand fold itcircles are terrifyingthey go nowherethe wheel mocks;Don’t you ever ride meand get to your destination? I fold my hands in gratitudetowards the wheelYou are TimeI’m stationaryI make sense of existencethrough you and yetthe meaning is short-livedas you roll awayand I don’t recogniseyour return in disguise my curiosityblocked by … Continue reading Circles go Nowhere
THE CHOSEN WORDS FROM OTHER LANGUAGES Aurat – commonly used for a woman in Hindi and Urdu Aadmi – widely used for a man in Hindi and Urdu Savitri – Hindi word - a mythological character who saved her husband from the clutches of Yamraj, the God of Death, with her intelligent conversation. The twist … Continue reading She is No Savitri
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