A Dirge is a brief hymn or song of lamentation and grief; it was typically composed to be performed at a funeral. In lyric poetry, a dirge tends to be shorter and less meditative than an elegy. Dirge to humanity He raped a three year old. Yes, in a stationary bus. While her five year…
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mother, dreamer, lawyer, poet, blogger, writer....jack of many trades....inter alia.
C: Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 in five lines. Bitter-sweet Are memories I gather, my soul feeds Drumming at walls I have built, now Weakened.
B: The Brevette
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette. For more on this, see…
A: Apostrophe
An Apostrophe:Â An address to a dead or absent person, or personification as if he or she were present. HOLD Hold still, ease the frown let me see you one last time as you turn to go our eyes meeting over words unsaid between us. Hold softly to my image as I treasure your laughter…
AtoZ theme reveal.
Okay, it’s that time of year. Time for the AtoZ blogging, for long-time followers, the April thingie I do. If you do not like poetry, now is the time to de-link/unfollow me. Yes, do something about it (fair warning) because this year, I am exploring poetry forms. It’s new to me too. Yes, I am…
For my daughters.
I give you this cloak in shades of grey that sat on me when I was young. Yes, it’s rough, hand-woven and stained, a hand-me-down from my mother who herself wore it lightly slung. My father frowned when he saw me in that cloak as he looked away, his eyes held a tear but no…
The Playlist
The nib sticks to paper the ink has dried my words shred the page and shrivel inside I have my music though, who needs to write? I have those songs of yester-years carefully compiled. The playlist is a time-machine, it took me there today to that home of long ago, to time that played on…
From a waiting room.
Lady in the waiting room Vermillion smeared on fore head. Sandal paste on your neck Hands buried in beads Fumbling fingers moving The mouth chanting a prayer As your mother’s tired eyes wait Her hand clings to her colostomy bag Patiently, just as the doctor said. I see you have come from the temple His…
Eating the worm
I am super excited to announce that my book of poetry, “Eating the Worm,” published by ATLA is now available on Amazon! 🙂  In India, the link is: India  In UK and EU, go to UK  And for my friends in the the USA and thereabouts US. And do leave a review, friends, I would…
Phanush (Sky-lantern)Â
If I walked to the ledge where the sun sets, would I fall off the edge of the earth? Or are my words merely mechanical toys on which you build home and hearth? I had a dream once but it shattered left me clawing at the one who gave me birth. Now I try to…
Little big mouth
I want to write poetry Like the masters write them Supplicate thoughts for sounds And emotions for words I want to write like I feel Like when the bitch in me Finds a dog burrowing in the sand Only the sand is not the coarse yellow soil It is the sky. And the dog is…
HappinessÂ
Are you happy, they asked. I smiled at them. Did you find happiness, they asked. I nodded, yes, Where did you find it, still they asked, Was it hard to find? I found happiness in my heart Deep within the corner of an eye. In the gleam of a quiet smile. In the hands that…
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