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Mother, you sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem

Mother, if you had a choice, what name would you give me at birth? What would it be? While you told me how I got my name: Monte – from Mary of the Mount; you never told me who decided on it – you or Dad or the priest that christened me. I was born on the 8th of September;Continue reading “Mother, you sense of duty is part of my inheritance!: A poem “

O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem

I thought, I thought of never going back to those silhouettes of chimneyed polluted air And skyscrapers that ate up the mangroves and streets going somewhere, only to block the drainage with so much garbage that there is a perennial deluge when it rains. I am trapped in the sphere above a metropolis of 25 million, almost the demographic sizeContinue reading “O Bombay, would I despise you or love you?!: A poem “

Heed! It’s getting late in the day for me, but I can get angrier!: A poem

(I never thought you were a self-seeker Trump, but you can never get my loyalties for your perversities! And I certainly cannot stomach that selfish Anthony Albanese you may adopt for your convenience!) Do you think my mind has hide and not membrane that doesn’t bleed when you cut it deep by traumatising me And my scholastically dutiful heart doesn’t palpitate, even if I amContinue reading “Heed! It’s getting late in the day for me, but I can get angrier!: A poem “

I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem

Beyond the taboos of societal boundaries is the first star-point (bindu) speaking for itself This is more than what you all can reckon That is the reason you all disapprove of my weapons! When the disbelief of dishonour pervades time and everyone succumbs to that disgrace When a lone fighter thought he could make you all perceive the truth you did not wish to perceive! Continue reading “I am not going to have love for a ransom!: A poem “

This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem

I am able to see visions in solitude’s stare These blessings are misunderstood by many, though are gifts that are rare! Now I see a vision of my Mother out there The beauty of her making a circle in thin air And the ink of my blood of love spills in these lines They are of nectarine taste; ambrosial, sweeter than any wine! Mother’s wordsContinue reading “This toast to the vision of Mum and Dad!: A poem “

Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem

Mother, looks like nothing’s gonna change! Everything’s gonna remain just the same! I sit hopelessly atop a mountain seeing a rabid civilisation eat up my vegetation! Where stands creation in this thankless gobbledegook? I never got the praise reserved for a magnificent chef or cook! I was just salivated at by crooks! I hear the song playing: `Let it be!’ Did I ever hear you tell me that, Mother? I take example from how you servedContinue reading “Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem “

My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem

What did I inherit from my Dad? Some people say I remind them of him! But as I look at myself in the mirror I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell! He was always a story of past remembrances of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence There are no mythsContinue reading “My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem “

All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia

There was that old Persian bakery that Dad took me to in Bycullla, near my school; where they served bread pudding. And I remember that it (the restaurant) had the sweetest of smells – of creamy crusty rolls, like a patisserie. It also had a juke box! That was the only restaurant in Byculla, I knew of, that had a juke box! AndContinue reading “All those seventies’ lyrics in time in Mumbai: A nostalgia “

Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem

Someday, I may percolate like a distillation, into the substance-quotient of a remarkable chemical gravity! And then, I will know that I am not merely residual, but the entire process of transformation Itself! This endlessness of it, being my alchemy. And you can see at every end, the Phoenix rises for a new beginning. It isContinue reading “Mother, if I found you again…Of course, I will: A poem “

What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem

There are somethings I am nostalgic about, and other things that I am not! They say, the immensity and intensity of India can never be forgotten, even if foregone. There is something indefinitive about being Indian, that cuts you out as Brown, right from toe to crown! Remember, those old school notebook covers? How brown they were? IContinue reading “What is homesickness, nostalgia…?: A poem “