the house sparklesfood looks yumher back achesbut who cares? She sweeps the backyardthe cracker-ash strewn all overreminds herof a creative sparkshe had with words and paintsbut who cares? Primariness mattersIn creative choiceBut who decides? Quadrille #234
I'm now ready to let it goit was a feast, but now it's stalestomachs rumble with aftertasteretention makes it toxic now most things have an expiry dateI'm now ready to let it gorelationships- no exceptionwe outgrow people as we move if there was a closure, all's goodif not, there is nothing to grieveI'm now ready … Continue reading HALF-SHUT DOORS
Beats get louder, split concrete veinsSound storms in fluorescent skies Faster, faster…. yells the trainerMomentum does wondersYou saw the headless bikeron a machine running on built-in power The music stopped with a thudThe doors opened with a bangRhythms gallopedlike hoofbeats on polished floorsand soon, he faced an empty gym I need to give examples betterto … Continue reading Examples that fire
the soil breathesparched a littlebut devoid of wetness-So does my dogas he prances around carefreekicking his feetand moving in circles I like wearing sunglassesumbrellas are back in drawerswith the cloudsand here comes alongwarnings and a red alertthe drawers vibrate with a rumbling soundin an attempt to regain life Cyclone Shakti is on the waycan keep … Continue reading October
A glittering inviteto Baes and Boosfor a nightof fun and boozeflummoxed me for a whiletill I called my Beau to escort methe old-fashioned wayand he obliged with a smile"Of course, dear, you comeBefore Anyone Else" Quadrille #233
your voice was sternand expression hardwhen you askedwhat or whom was I mourning I learnt it for the first time -Grief needed social sanctionI was not allowed to feel sorryabout things that fell outsidesocial sanctorums you said, show me a womanwho behaves the way I domy embarrassing existencewas to be kept under wraps I only … Continue reading No approval required
I bow in gratitude to the silent skill of the paddle in cutting through the currents. I admire its strength in going against the stream and taking the boat ahead. paddle fightssteering aspirantsbeyond nightsdark to dawnDestinations stretch to meetdetermination It teaches us how to navigate life when we face resistance. It takes a will to … Continue reading Paddle fights
There’s someone out therein the intensive care unitmoving between two worldsinducing anxietyand a little fatiguewith the uncertainty-we stopped countingdays or weeksbut the mounting hospital bill speaks I reflect on the relationshipShe said her life was perfectand made listeners feelinadequate I think about how shatteredloved ones would feel without her-I take pride in my other-nesslove for … Continue reading On the Verge
fragile petalslend their wispy presenceto the grandeur of a flower,the magic of a garden-the fleeting graceof nature’s miracles the gardener waters plantshands cupping lifefeet crushing a fallen petalhe nurturedbut failed to recogniseits independent existence Quadrille Monday at dVerse
It was only yesterday.A bride scrubbed with turmeric to glowan aura built up painstakinglywith colours of sunriseto symbolise a golden future It was only yesterdaya chirpy girlwiped her hands off my sariand ran in laughing with gleeI scolded her,but smiled… Naughty girl...Who knew you’d grow up so soon?The yellow ruffled frockschanged to ornamental outfitsa peach … Continue reading A mother reminisces
