When I think of you…

When I think of you I cannot be sadI think of the crack of dawnI think of birds flying in pairsAnd every lost soul finding a home. When I think of you I cannot be sadI think of enormous skiesI think butterflies flitting in the gardenAnd every lost soul breathing a sigh. When I think…

One day….

One day I will throw my arms and hug again  We will meet in cafes and chatter And moan about work pressures And chuckle at trivial things.  We will dance like no one’s watching, Go on trips, laugh with wild abandon And the only masks will be the faces We wish to wear that day.  For…

29 years…

I am still sitting there, submerged in water As the setting sun slants in, watching The coconut trees dancing in the wind. Still lost in my thoughts, you in yours Contentment seeping through pruned fingers Stopping to paddle, to swim to chatter Blowing fountains out of hands. I’m still painting myself into a corner As…

Peace at last.

It poured that evening after that crematorium The man there collecting the dead like piles of leaves Leaves that have fallen from trees bursting with summer While the garden lies untended, with no one to stop  And admire the flowers that were your joy and pride.  The skies darkened to black and rain lashed the…

Mass cremation

I want to steal some lives From the pyres around me Steal some smiles from those Who died breathlessly Reaching out and finding No hands pressed in return And I want to hear their stories Yes, each and every one. And scream their joys From the mountains So the world will not forget The weight…

Erasing Bodies (in a crisis)

After the dead have been put away,  Their bodies lie as shells on a beach, The limbs that danced with life  Shut down forever, waiting to be picked up, Cremated, donated, buried or thrown For vultures to feast. I call  Upon the bodies I own, my past loves My mistakes, even that drunken phone In…

Lost souls

I don’t talk about God with my mother I don’t tell her a lot of things like how I struggle to sleep, or laugh and go through another day. I tell no one that I am sad How I let my soul wander and it goes away. I don’t talk about how I don’t care…

Crossing over

My night, fractured into a million pieces Skitters away from me, a pile of mirrors Glittering in the dawn. There’s that dark Of the uncertainty, the fears that strike Without time or reason, keeping me awake Most of the rhyme. Then there’s the laughter Of my daughters, iridescent and bright Of friends whose words delight…

Lockdown 5:13 am.

I woke from dreaming because of the dogs I was ordering Chinese for grandparents Who have been dead for almost 30 years, My husband sat at a table with important men Talking of revitalizing the system.  I look back on the year almost gone And the years that actually have been lived You may tell…

Inside the tunnel

There is only darkness here And the low stench of mildew Fragmented by your illusions. The last glimmer of hope  You thought you saw As you rounded the corner Was only a reflection  That skittered off your eye…  There is no illumination here As you paw your way holding  Hands and slippery walls to guide…

The last mango of the Salt Lake house

was starting to rot. I cut carefully around the edges, juices dripping down fingers  Into mouths that eagerly waited to bite  into the sweet yellow flesh. No one lives  in that house since you left. It lies abandoned, a shadow of what had been, a house full of memories the walls a reminder of all that…

We are safe #CycloneAmphan

The rain lashed the walls of my face  Each drop piercing the skin as I chased  The old unused tent that threatened to fly  Off the terrace. Someone gave that tent  To my daughters for them to play, And there it stayed for years thereafter, out grown, But not remembered to be thrown. The clouds…