“A tribute to my favorite Indian Poetess Kamala Das”

Even when the world was young, did Eve believe that the world was her own? This poem will set you thinking.

One of the top 5 entries for April’s muse of the month writing cue, “Today the world is a little more my own.” (from Punishment in Kindergarten, Kamala Das).

Muse of the month April 2014


Dusk settled in and dawn was yet to glow

Nocturnal souls were back in ethereal abode

Sacramental chores too called it a night,

for hearth-work to return when sun does rise

Kicked by an excruciating endocrinal spurt;

Adam perspired and crudely sat awake,and

suggestively caressed sluggish Eve‘s lovely face.

At 3 in the night, she was startled at the bay,

as she heard him hoarsely say:

“Darling, I reckon an Urgent Need has aroused;

It won’t let me sleep, till the fire is doused”


Murmured the mannequin, as she quietly lied,

“My body is your temple O’ Ma’ lord;

only for you with all my devotion…

any time and as you like”

The ever-dutiful consort, nodded and complied;

and another part of Eve reverently died.


She consummated the deep passion in her stride;

darkness hiding the tear, stuck at corner of her eye,

suppressing sinking pain arising from her core

her limbs bushed severely due to the rigorous chore


Rigmarole returned as the sun shone bright

Both set out to earn to secure the future slight

Adam whispered softly, kind of apologized

“Don’t know what happened to me last night”

Said Eve – “Hush hush, you are a man, I discern.

Please don’t apologize , it was my turn to return.

Energy emerged from your limbs, you notified

and I merged in it to ease your body’s plight.
Today, the world seems a little of my own,

I may carry in my womb what you had sown.

I came back from your rib as you would recall

and now I pay back my dues at each nightfall.”


Living in the world of – Instant gratification, Public notifications, Likes and invisible dislikes, Retweets and favourites. We forget- lest reminded of, by the automated machines. Of feelings and belonging, Of those who matter and All that matters to their being. Baring our souls in public spaces We expose ourselves randomly, For those who care to decipher, To validate our muted feelings and acknowledge it for us. Birthdays, Anniversaries, Promotions,commotions, Sorrow, hurt or loss, Instagram justifiably filters And awaits the surge in slots. The world does take a notice, Acknowledges and celebrates, By a random like or comment, And then refreshing the web page, Pushes it down into a lost space. This is the paradox of our times , Relationships are lived by the day. Feelings are archived and muted with detachment just a click away. Dear Self, Have a Happy Birthday!


This is for all those men who raised questions regarding celebrating women’s day :


Invisible scars that she so proudly wore on her heart,
Were reminiscence of an era from her not so glorious past.
The bruises since then dissolved into her skin,
Only this much pain her fragile body could contain within.

She moved on in life with an unscathed mind,
But seething pain from old injuries kept the hurt alive.
Forgoing weakness -embracing resilience was her resolve,
She used her inner strength to turn mightier than a Sword.

She laughs, she cries, she scowls yet she rules your heart,
She supports, she purports, but she too is human after all.
To judge her and call her vain is not a conclusion to her story,
She has struggle through the storms and created history.

Celebrate her, elevate her and bring her glory with aplomb,
She shall bore your progeny and nurture it in her womb.
She is strong in solitude yet she needs you to feel complete,
Be firmly by her side, complimenting her as The Adam to the Eve .

Ten Commandments for Twitter Newbies

Even though I ‘ve been on twitter since 2009 ,I actually started tweeting with all fervor around the Cricket World Cup in April 2011.The Cricket Mania and Twitter Mania was Euphoric and Mesmerizing.Clearly,I was bitten by the Tweet Bug.

In my quest to know the medium and the mode , I Learnt  some rules of managing the art and survived to share Ten Commandments for a Twitter Newbie … Here they go ……

1.Follow the people and celebrities you like.Comment wisely but don’t spam their Timelines with your enthusiasm and undying love for them.You would be surprised to find many wonderful people on Twitter.

2. When two men are crowding your timeline with their bitter fight ,find the first quiet corner and resurface only when peace prevails. Don’t interfere or comment .. If  women are fighting (God Forbid if more than two are clawing at each other),leave your Timeline, Run, Go,Hide.Come back the next day .

3. No Plagiarism please. If you’re quoting someone’s tweet, mention @ to give credit. If you’ve known something through someone ,credit again by saying ” Via @ “. Good Manners Go long way on twitter too, like anywhere else.

4. No nasty tweets to celebs please,you never know when they would start following you .Don’t abuse the troll of a Celeb .While he may escape their wrath,you may get labelled as a troll .

5. Mind your own binness …and mean it.You want to be Mean – Be Mean only with a touch of subtly. Passive observations rocks Twitter .Read It.Shut It.Forget It.

6. If someone with more than one profile RTs (Retweets) your same tweet from all IDs in succession , don’t cry Foul.Its accepted and acknowledged in the quiet allies of DMs(Direct Messages).

7.If you are living a lie on twitter,maintain its Sanity or call quits.Be nice or be yourself.SIMPLE. Pretensions don’t last here for long .

8.Don’t prompt people to follow you. If they like what you tweet, they would follow you anyway.Once you cross the magic number of 1000 followers ,don’t butcher the people who followed you loyally and helped you reach where you are.Be gracious and show patience with them.

9. Be Grateful.Acknowledge people’s kindness and nastiness equally.Both require tremendous efforts & courage.

10. Twitter is full of Good Samaritans who show exemplary courage in the time of distress and fight for a cause unequivocally. The Magnanimity  of Twitterati never fails to amaze the World , be it for CSR, during terror attacks or deluge.Twitter is happy to help 24*7.

One Bonus point for you …don’t jump into someone’s conversation irrespective if you have a PHD on the subject…..

And if nothing works,mumble,jumble ,do random rambling …say #justsaying :-)

…Explore , there’s an Ocean of interesting people out there ….you only have to find them ….and strike great conversations :-)

Happy Tweeting :-)

#YoursTruly, Gee

PS : Definition of Tweet : the Art of stating a complete story in just 140 characters.

Swinging between two extremities

Swinging between two extremities
the predicament of unsighted decree
Shall see the equilibrium tilt wherein
my pious humility or thy sly vanity

Thorny is the path to tread
from obscurity to luminosity
a double edged sword hangs in
from beginning to the eternity

Illusions detained the truth in shackles
Hazy’s the road uphill to The Pinnacle
Ignominy pleads salvation from the peak
Covetousness leads the path to downhill

Swinging between two extremities
my voice within and external whim
Shall see the equilibrium tilt wherein
my trailing humility or thy arrogance

Seeking the definitive divine intervene
to satiate the prevailing hostilities
threatening is the equilibrium spree
to my consciousness and thy civility

May the best virtue be triumphant
and the demons slide out slithering
a man should not die while swinging
between two expansive extremities.

The Caricature

The Caricature

The jaded reflection struggling in the mirror

evokes the reminiscence of a paradise lost

of virtuousness faded and tranquility abstained

from an epoch gone to an unidentified domain

Winds in the willows flow at a lazy pace

ruffling the cracks through a hazy gaze

Reflection looks proverbial yet strange

Sun reveals the mystery behind the pane

O!My! these are few mortal regained

of I – The Caricature of Yesterday!!

Sparkles of an old era beckon drooping mane

Curvilinear laugh lines demand a Volte-face

the innocuous eyes plead out a silent pray

to restore the innocence robbed and maimed

Anarchy governs the gallows with no end on mind

Cats bellow in a rat race with stakes on few dimes

Mirror reveals many more faceless faces behind

O! That’s We –the caricatures, We-the undefined.

Remains of a forlorn era are rusting at bay

I – the caricature of yesterday,

We – the skeletons of human face

Us – the culprits of the golden age

Mortals of human emotions and pain.

O ! Recluse !!

Exploring adversities

and unknown routes

Unexplored avenues to
unconventional concludes
O!what a recluse!
Standing out in  millions
yet crowded in seclude
Absorbing  zillion thoughts
or cluttered with one muse
Incorrigible Intrude
O!You Recluse!!
Brilliance to succeed
with  propensity to loose
One with the world
and live with solitude
Eloquence exudes :
You – You Recluse !!!

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