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 “
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All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem
I remember those lazy days with slow-rolling bullock carts queuing up on those dilapidated streets. There were more bullock carts then cars, then! Those streets that would be repaired only if totally outworn. And the hazard of environmental hygiene being last on people’s minds. What could be done when there were not enough loos for a fast-overpopulating nation! I didn’t even like cricket, but I sneaked into neighbours’ homes just forContinue reading “All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem “
Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem
(Could they be still trying to take away my Godhood from me?) Did you think it was only nostalgia And you panged to revisit, in spite of the sadness and pain it caused you Did the eternity blacken out every rock that causes you to shiver as if it thought it (the memory) better be dropped like shells that hide the nut of you, so, but you still retain, still being a somewhat wholesome gift of the past inContinue reading “Memory is like your roots, but how far?: A poem “
If you could all call a Mango!: A poem
Did I hang around the big bang? Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang? Did I create my sugar and honey? Or did it give me diabetes? Was the singularity more than just a trinity? Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me? Sometimes, I wake up singing at three? How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “
I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem
Do you conjecture I only waste words on my blogsite while I am always silent in a manner of speaking? Is that golden? The brashness of putting the truth down on paper, is that it will always be used as evidence against you by treacherous conspirators! So do you think I am baulked between bastions? I can beContinue reading “I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem “
This January, This May, This September!: A poem
When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “
O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem
O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace, an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face How you were so naive, you took everything so literally, yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “
O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem
O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “
Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem
Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “
Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem
Is your love episodic, between falling short and non-existent? Do you respect my sacrifice for you? Or do you consider it only as your leverage without glancing back in acknowledgement? Did you care to call me up in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through? Does it matter to you, that sometimes, even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance? Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “
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