Dad, you are my running mate: A poem 

You were no weaver, but you wove my imagination  You were the precursor of my sacred nation  I think, walking in your footsteps is a dream  the prolific vegetation with which these paths teem  And we were always father-son, son-father  that God planned and we’d rather  I know the fault lines of history made theContinue reading “Dad, you are my running mate: A poem “

My Mum was a fire-dragon Goddess, not feminist: A poem 

I didn’t learn feminism from my mother  I learnt the profundity of womanhood from her.  I was a baby then, when they raised placards  My mother wasn’t even aware of feminism  Her womanly pride was in nurturing  She was a fire-dragon Goddess, not feminist  And she had six of us. No claim of right overContinue reading “My Mum was a fire-dragon Goddess, not feminist: A poem “

The more patient I am…: A poem 

The shine of sixty years  And half of it, when I was thirty  I polished the immature strands  into purpose. No fruit was eaten,  the path was not beaten  Even the storm that you came with  had meaning to an end  Help comes with invisible arms  We may feel cocooned by desire,  but the chrysalisContinue reading “The more patient I am…: A poem “

Doggerel to the moon (but the moon is no dog): A poem 

Your blood is waiting, on the boil  in the night that you light the sleep after toil  An age is coming to pass, see the roil  of a carcinogen continue evil man’s spoils  Lovers think you are a nest, they know not best  A sacrilege of sacred, a misbegotten heist  And we think who rulesContinue reading “Doggerel to the moon (but the moon is no dog): A poem “

Infinite is life’s moment: A poem 

There is no vacuum in space  It is like an infinite invisible lace  The quarks are not just random larks  They connect every distance on their marks  This awe at such vast unique unison  Even at blackholes that make meals of suns  The canopy unfurls with all its folds  Even undiscovered dark energy, is itContinue reading “Infinite is life’s moment: A poem “

Not much is love in tennis: Just for laughs 

What’s the name of the game that makes onlookers’ eyes turn in rhythmic unison at a 180-degree switch from side to side? It’s tennis! And with the racquet taking a break for the year end, not many would be complaining about the tennis elbow.   Tennis brings a lot of fame and fortune for theContinue reading “Not much is love in tennis: Just for laughs “