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 “
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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 “
A matter of migration and Mum: A poem
I walked the streets of my neighbourhood, in Mumbai, along with friends; and we often went picnicking on the beachfront, sharing cigarettes, and birthday parties! We were a thick group, but didn’t realise how casually we fell apart! I had no sustained pattern of loyalties, allegiances (but for one particular friend); Even patriotism was a dim word only refreshed at the 15th of AugustContinue reading “A matter of migration and Mum: A poem “
Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem
O my poor Dad! What is the habitability zone? I gave you Olympus, but how could we have become like clouds dispersing from one another in the torrential rain? I am not going to freeze in such disparateness, I swear! I am not mothballing like an old trainwreck! All the inconvenience of the ages, all the trapezing and walking on Continue reading “Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem “
It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem
You know my mother was an honest 2026; all over her soul; She was literal, never metaphorical, never conjugated to iambs of satire, mockery, or mudslinging. She had duty and honesty written all over her soul. They have always tried to make her seem disconnected with me; I know she has always been with me, no matter what! You know the maggotty faggotty sharksContinue reading “It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem “
Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem
Sometimes, I think I can break every moment like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind! As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos like paper crunching between my fingers And I don’t need to draw out its entrails becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested! I am not obsessed with the villainyContinue reading “Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem “
Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem
I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “
