While watching a lovely movie last week, the female protagonist who shares a crazy relationship with her cranky paranoid father, when asked why she puts up with her old man, answers plain staccato and simple… that after a certain age, a certain stage, parents have to be kept alive… they can no longer do it Read more about Raising Each Other…[…]
My mother, why did you ………….. ? Smile always ………… ? Is it the sorrows of the previous life That haunted you so much That you shoed them away? That they didn’t afflict the present. Or is it the sorrow of the past days You thought was just your And you just smiled To give Read more about MY MOTHER, WHY DID YOU… … … ?[…]
You haven’t ever thought To break your beat Going round and cyclic Your Killer Instinct’s Vicious to the core! So proud of the bad taste in your mouth I’ve seen you ignoring, Eluding the non-stop eaters With taste buds high and choosy Exercising preference over preference! I’ve seen your eyes down-casted As if instinctively wiser, Read more about POVERTY, YOU THYSELF![…]
I know you since Since when I was a lass A solitary lass Who would perch upon The edge of the stringed cot Stranded standing against the wall In the tubular verandah Right in the middle – Of my house and the courtyard, The kitchen garden, the red grass The sky-rocking papayas And the over-lapping Read more about YOU WALK IN BEAUTY…[…]
When I Shall Be Dead, My Dearest And they would be readying To put me off And my eyes like lamps Would be fathoming down the Ocean Down the thickness Of the Sea of Sorrow That was divided – Between you and me; And none but you and me, my dearest. For you knew so Read more about When I Shall Be Dead, My Dearest[…]
There’s this girl… and whenever I see her, I want to tell her something… to comfort her, to make her understand that whatever is happening is but a figment in the bigger scheme of things… but I can’t… because I am not sure I am evolved enough to accept that myself… Preach about it, yes Read more about There’s This Girl…[…]
Ever since the song “Kabira” came out, we started singing it to my five-year old nephew, Kabir… to make him smile, to wake him up, to handle his tantrums… But the song no longer holds the magic that it did… It’s been a month since Kabir smiled his full-blooded ever so innocent smile… When I Read more about Kabira…[…]