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.…
Missing My Mother
And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…
While I Breathe, I Hope!
“While I breathe, I hope” – (Dum spiro spero) Every time I take a selfie, I see A few more wrinkles and fine lines on me Saw the same on my mother’s aging face Feared losing my pretty mom…
What If? – Sonnet
WHAT IF? What if I pretend all is fine with me? Would it assauge your guilt and relieve you? When you look at me what is it you see? Is my smile fake or my agony true? …
Senior Zumba Student
(Today’s prompt was sent to me by a dear friend, (Amrita), whom I met in the very same zumba class mentioned below in my poem. Thanks, Amrita for this prompt. Hope I have done justice to it.) When I go…
A Cup of Tea – Sonnet
What’s so special about a cup of tea? Some hot water, dried tea leaves, and honey Let me just tell you what it means to me. Tea is for all days, cloudy and sunny. It cleanses my palate in…
Forget Me Not
I remember, I used to remember Memories play tricks on my aging mind I make plans for April in December Still forget if there’s no one to remind. My lengthy to-do list I cannot find Now I write with…
My Memoir- A Sonnet
I think I should write my memoir soon. Before I forget all that has gone by. Some bits I will shout, others I will croon. In my final moments, I dare not lie. Where do I begin, how much…