Someone, somewhere.

Someone somewhere is happy today But I scuttled the boat I was in Someone is pleased with her purchases, The path his career is going. Some couples smile and rejoice tonight I thought I would reach the other side Families are laughing over stories  Narrated at the table where they abide Some children will not…

Ninety

Someone was talking about older relatives, Nonagenarians. I smiled, it’s your ninetieth birthday Today. The earth still smells as sweet and cradles Those plants you loved so well. When it rains  The pond overflows as we splash among the edges Any excuse to jump right in.  I still get lost. Meaninglessly in time playing games when …

Eight.

In my mind I am an octopus, the colours of my body  Changing as I sleep; the yellows of contentment, The greys of the bleak worries, dyed in bleach. The deep blue shades of peaceful slumber, The frowning blacks as I refrain from speech. I do not speak to the dead bodies anymore I do…

Walk with me…

I have carried you for thirty years in every step, every mis-step I have taken, in delicious, imprudent ways. You were there  when my daughters were born, you hid in a corner to hide your tears when I left home that last time. You knew, didn’t you? You knew that my life would move so…

blending in

I never smiled much blending into furniture, invisible girl hovering, in a party neither the life nor the soul; My words often fail to translate across the cacophony, specially for people that are meant to matter the people I think I care for.  When trying to explain my thoughts, I’m greeted with blank stares nothingness cursing…

Building Bridges. (For Helga)

Death, when it finally came, had a lover’s touch, stealing into the night  by the glow of candles. I wander in and out the guest-room bleakly staring at me waiting for its occupant to return. This is the everyday as we know it: Spring is here and soon the summer heat will pour through windows. …

Christmas 2021

The last few poems leapt from my arms they have minds of their own, they want to undo all that was undone in the year gone by, they want to skip over bodies that floated through my life. I built a dam to silence them but they return in gurgles of laughter, ridiculing my efforts…

Folded.

I folded away my sorrows  in that patchwork blanket my mother made, now worn and frayed, which you tell me  has seen better days. I folded away the creases of left over swatches of cloth used to make dresses when we were young.  That pale pink one with the blue flowers?  That used to be…

Monsoon

If I was a season, I would be monsoon, I would pour upon you in waves, flooding every cornice, flickering big fat raindrops All through the night. You would wake in the morning to water-logged streets paper boats, dirty slippers, ilish and khichuri for lunch. Yes, if I was a season, I would be monsoon…

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…