H: Hazard: This poem

I wrote no poem yesterday,  The words dried up, constricting  My throat, like the onset of a bad cold,  A hacking cough and fever.  Fever is a bad word now,  Being sick is a colossal mistake.  The cousin passed away last week No, it wasn’t the Novel Corona virus She had been suffering, and was…

E: Edges : Time

Time moves differently here,  Slowly, sluggishly, lips clinging To the edge of the glass. Time weeps unshed tears here Fears that went unnoticed Bursting open scabs on the wounds Time laughs at mankind here Those who think they can divide us Do we not all bleed when hurt?  Time sees our true selves here As…

In praise of women

Who is she?  Who is she that shines at night  Glittering, as upon a stage? Who is it that braves the crowds  Every day on the local train?  Who is the lady who hides a breast  Under her sari as her child feeds?  Who is the woman wildly reaching For the alms you throw at…

A: Amusical: Tone Deaf

I would give and arm and a leg To play the piano for you again.  You would lie back on the sofa  And my little fingers would pick out the tune.  Alas my fingers are now too soft The notes just squiggly shapes  Music beaten out of my life By choice, or was it compulsion?…

Timeline (photographs)

Scrolling through timelines  I realise how we mentally compartmentalize Events in our head. Look at these pictures…  That was the last dinner we went for together Here is the wedding the year after Ma died.  See those are of the first vacation without her, This was the last holiday with Baba. It’s funny How the…

Leaving Pune, March 2020.

Ater the clouds have been folded and put away, All that remains is the moonlightThose stacks of linen, cool white sheetsThat smell of sunshine and your smiles.I look outside the portholeWatching clouds bathed in whiteThe memories that escaped, refused to be launderedScattering in wisps of bitter sweet delight.What is with the full moon and I?Those…

They will put up lights

Jamshedpur lulled my senses Each evening’s walk in the large Jubilee Park Winding between old trees and curated lawns.  Do you know, they are putting up lights?  I’m sure it will look like fairy land Or another ostentatious Indian wedding I won’t be here. And not a minute too soon.  For as I went for…

She

First thing this morning she blew me away Broke me into tears.  The desperation on her face Mingled with my years.  What is my life? What have I done?  And who cares  About my sterile dreams?  Privileged, predicated  A stranger to real hardship I go about professing My inflated importance,  While she rages against the…

Sillage

It feels like there are no stars here, nothing shines As bright as the tinsel on the tree A reminder that all that glitter are not astral  And light reflected upon the glass Is just that. Light from a man-made tree In a world contorted by man.  The night sky lies silent in the haze …

Corpses

We are all dying here, some slower than others The corpses that mattered are calling out to us That phone you bought will not reach the network Where the corpses that matter are claiming us. The man crossing the road out of sight, crosses Not knowing how far is too far, how far Till we…

Catching the moon…

I caught the moon in a mirror As she skittered across the sky The road was long and dark And the forest heaved a sigh. There were no signboards around No network to guide us home. Silence reigned unabated Save for the repetitive drone Of my heart, still beating Inside a human role Of this…

Murari Pukur in the Monsoon

The pond is overflowing, fish leap onto the path Flopping on the stone steps trying to make their way back Over the boundary walls that have crumbled in the rain. Of all the house and garden, only muddy waters remain As I wade in through the gates, mud squelching between toes That have seeped in…