What is poetry? Outpourings of emotions Or is it something else? Can you solve this mystery? Writers are funny beings I don’t mean jolly, jovial In their heads some things, feel wrong and abnormal They are doomed either…
Category: Musings
Exhaustion
Going through the motions of living is exhausting Smiling, laughing, sleeping, eating, working out Cooking, gardening, walking, talking everything Is exhausting. We pretend to be busy We pretend to be fine We pretend life is okay We pretend…
Grief has a Face
Grief has a face Painted and powdered A made up facade Not a hair out of place Grief has a face Sometimes it smiles Some days, it cries Stunned and silent Some days it sighs Grief has a face…
Miss My Mom Every Day :(
This Mother’s Day I wish and pray The past year was a nightmare That I will wake up any day And see my mom with me here. Last June she bid us goodbye Couldn’t stay however much we…
Conversation With Life
Conversation with Life. Oh life! I wonder who and what are you? I am whatever you think you can be. I can manifest anything for you. Wasn’t I incharge of my destiny? You can be, if you decide to…
My Heart – A Sonnet
My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Nothingness – A Sonnet
Nothingness The maze of wires as far as I can see Carrying currents of electricity Like scrambled neurons in the brains Unreserved commuters perching on trains. Tragic drama of life- blocked brains, locked paths Inconsistent acts, Incoherent thoughts Uncaring…
Kitchen Therapy
I walked into the kitchen with a heavy heart But the moment I put cumin in the hot oil Cut up some onion, garlic, ginger green chilly I felt a shift in my head and my aching heart. …
Past – Fiction Monday
Past – A Sonnet The Past can be a crate of memories Put it on ice to preserve them for long It’s a record of your many journeys You made countless moves, some right and some wrong. …
Women’s Day – A Sonnet
The day hid its face, night cried silently Vast void of nothingness was inky deep She fought with the dark shadows valiantly We all failed her, quiet shame is ours to keep. Were there any witnesses to the…
My Terrace Garden – A Sonnet
What do plants on my terrace talk about? Hope they say some nice things about old me. They all look healthy and pretty no doubt. One would think it was all because of me. Forgive me for this…
Ungrateful You! – A Sonnet
Oh, poor parents of successful children. Abstain from loving them more than yourself. One day they will walk out along with their brethren Leaving you rotting on the bottom shelf. They unsee your broken specs. And unhear your feeble…
Still Lake – A Sonnet
She stands by the lake for hours together. A still, frozen statue with out a clue. Peering unblinkingly in the water? Waiting until the sky turns black from blue? Dips her toe in and quickly pulls it out.…