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…
Category: poetry
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…
To my girls… (I stop and stare)
I stop and stare. There’s a thumping in my chest As you walk away And I keep moving for if I look back I will cry. I stop and stare. But it’s not my hands I see I see you from long ago Innocent smiles and naughty grins And I sigh. The day…
The piano (To Enta)
The tune on that piano carries Into the night. I stop. Whatever I am doing, soothed By the sound. Tinkering notes Calming, clamouring to be heard Voices from long ago In this quiet night When all is still… borne. Still, my beating heart, turn down The thunder. The storms rage on But we will…
To Amisha (Someday Rapunzel)
Someday Rapunzel will chop off her hair And leap into the forest, undeterred by thorns That lay waste the garden outdoors The garden she never knew up close The garden just beyond her reach. And She will taste the wild berries and learn not to gag She will explore under shrubs and trees and hide Among…
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…
Z: Zephyr #NaPoWriMo
When I die scatter my ashes Somewhere like this. Where the morning creeps in On the wings of a whistling Thrush. Where night jars Ballet with the call of the frog Where the mist lifts Long after the day has dawned. Where blue hills stretch away Eternally. There let me be Blown in the wind….
Y: Yielding #NaPoWriMo
That stone you trip over on your way out Is just the tip of something buried under Our marriage eight thousand odd days old. I know each arc of your words You know how I bare my soul. That stone will not be dug in our lifetime It’s where our eight thousand odd habits lie…
Nonchalant #NaPoWriMo
I have lain those dogs to rest, The ones snapping at my heels Begging me to train them I have set them free. I have slain those demons That were looping into chains Banished them from my life Their cries echoing in vain I ask for no accolades Those dreams have been interred No hungers…
X: Xed #NaPoWriMo
We were star crossed Marked with an x Each where we were Light years apart… How I wish I had quashed The tremor I marked x That would be that And I would keep my heart.
