What kind of font a lover-to-be, can be?
If not tenderly cursive, rusticly bold or frighteningly upright?
Category: Poems
Bombay Duck
Few months back, at a Madh Island hotel, walking around the periphery of the back lawns opening to the vast sea, I could not help but witness fishes flying over the barbed boundary wall on to the green pathways, some withering on muddy path without water, others already dead, discarded by the volatile sea waves….
Co dependence
Meet people but don’t fall in love. Fall in love but don’t drift apart. Drift apart but don’t burn bridges. burn bridges but don’t stay too apart. Grow roots. Become root bridges. Interwoven. Intricate. Co-dependent. Fell in. Fell out. Fell out. Fell in. Now, entangled.
The Curse of Trishanku
Do you know the origin, genesis,the lineage of “The Great Middle Class”? The one who scrapes thru 20 days a month,lives on debts for 10,till fickle salary drips into the bank. Pays debts,buys ration, cuts an EMI cheque for a house tinier than an MP’s guard box, outside the tony New Delhi bent. The one who…
#MeToo
#MeToo. Pushed, touched, slurred at, cajoled, bribed, leered at, groped, abused, felt up, down, pinched, threatened, stalked, pounced upon. At 7, at 37. As a child, as a woman. In a crowd, in Isolation. By strange hands, by familiar eyes. Speak up. Vent out. It was always ” Them”, not ever, never us. Being a woman…
I am the Shell Keeper
Somedays, I am the shell keeper, the lone guardian of their sea. Somedays at the shore, I trove memories. Somedays, a soothsayer, trudging raised barriers, taking a leap of faith. Somedays, I am a naysayer, fearful of a future, unseen. But. On all days, undoubtedly, I am a woman; the creator, a mother; the…
I have a question, Sir?
Does peace love solitude,
or coexists with multitudes?
If self-attainment is an inner sanctum,
isn’t religion, an overhyped fulcrum?
Amidst chaos & cacophony
of ideological diktat, how, why,
for what, the faith remains, intact?
The Photographers’ Poem
50 mm lens, a compact nifty fifty, aperture shifting, @ f/1.2,f/2.4,f/4, Zoom in, out slant of the eyebrows, The face, myopic, microscopic now. (-0.50 lens, are appearances everything)? The scuffle between agility and survival, Amma’s saree pleats on her forehead, mish and mashed, like parallel plateau, in an ebb & flow, embedded in her…
ImaGeees
Immortalise a story.
an image,a framework
of words,mirroring,
a reflective verse.
The Malady of Wanderlust
Fear jazzed with angst on the tip of my tongue. churning stomach, knots wrung. Stranded entangled, in a maze of roads, my heart rose, ticked as a clock with battery low. The curvaceous roads to NathuLa pass, surrounded by them mystical mountains echoed and forewarned at each turn; curvy Tsmago lake, can be lethal, a meandering snake….
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