To Mesho (returning from Kalimati Jn. a.k.a. Tatanagar)

I don’t like how you lie there But your eyes search me out Looking for a familiar face Among a sea of servants. I like the way you talk Memories from the old earth Your youth, my father, the stories That scramble to be heard. I watch you as you try To lift those atrophied…

To Isha

Words are superfluous They roll off my tongue Like the sweat on a labourer’s back Toiling in the midday sun. Over and over words failed me When I first held you on my breast Unimagined pain, unbridled joy As you wailed your first little breath. Words were never adequate Watching you evolve From tiny steps…

Sole-fully. 

I saw an ad for a shoe ‘One sole several straps’ One can change colours, One of life’s many hacks. I paused, amused by the line Your face shimmered before me Un-synchronized in time and space A glint,  a smile only I could see. I reached out, “I am ready,” I said Take me away…