If my words could hang on a clotheshorse, then, what would my poetry be? Would it be an ode to the sterile laundromat or a lyric to dirty linen? I don’t even wash my hands regularly (too often); I think it is the guilty, who indulge in that pastime! I, sometimes, feel like a beast bestowed with belligerence. You know when too much injusticeContinue reading “I won’t be a shadow of myself, despite all the wicked shadow play!!: A poem “
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Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem
Back in school – was I so brave? Even as I remember counting the strands of the universe to recollect my past lives! Is bravery acquired(?)… or does it need to be remembered, retrieved from the flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just think this world is not conditioned to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “
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 “
If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem
I discovered I couldn’t bite the wind with my teeth; but I could swallow it gustily into my lungs! I discovered I became altogether ambidextrous with my penchant for nothingness! It is as if by accident you realise your abilities are more than what they seemed to even yourself; like circumstantial evidence that speaks volumes of your being, no mere brick wall, Continue reading “If I advocated for myself, it was only in vitrescent!: A poem “
You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem
You know I walked through life like a phantom in an opera revolting against their validation of me in silent reprisal! There was always that salient guerilla warfarer in me; seemingly truant, seemingly absconding from their imposing measures on me!! You know the swamps want to amplify the message to me…that I have no recourse to anything or anyone, but toContinue reading “You know, I walked through life like a phantom…: A poem “
If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…:A poem
(Look how Albanese is pretending that he is losing…only to capitalise and bodygrab, the morphing creep!) Somebody told me that I look so arbutus arabesque in my simple visage. And, all of a sudden, I feel all that propositioning coming whistling back at me; which I don’t intend to follow. Like I feel so stable, steady, like an undulating AC/ DC current electrifyingContinue reading “If I were unable, I am still capable, only reluctant…: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 “
This, my oath and missive: A poem
(Trump, strange negative things have been happening to my body with those two injections, it is a long list I cannot enumerate! Thank you. Must I bear the consequences for other people’s sins! And must I not take my own recourse to revenge(!) and continue to persevere to be patient at my own cost!) These bridges I will never burn, these beaten paths trodden The famished soul soContinue reading “This, my oath and missive: A poem “
Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem
Mum, where do I begin? Where does a story begin? Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky… Where do I pick up the threads, then…? …in the past of this lifetime? …or in a further past? For convenience, I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime! You lost your father at six to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “
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