The poem I was writing

Died a senseless death The body waits In the crowded funeral homes For the rich In lime covered mass graves Of the poor Tortured and twisted In the agony of birth Breathless and blown By gathering storm clouds The cadaver awaits A decent burial.

Cages

I did not wring its neck, but The blue budgie died by my hand When I opened the gate of the cage,  Where it stayed on the balcony.  A crow pounced on it all at once Ripped it to shreds while I cried  Struck with horror. I was a toddler But I already hated the  cage.  …

I: Itinerant : The roads I take

On my way to work I often shut my eyes and in my mind I am on a road that does not race through a concrete jungle Where there are no buildings or the jostle of cars Where roads wind through mist ridden hills Lined with pine trees that rise above the clouds Curving through…

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…

F: Faces: Limitations

My eyes are mere windows With which I watch the world,  My face is but a mirror,  Behind which I hide my soul.  Charm me not into believing That I am anything more than that Let my dreams not become bigger Than something I am not.  Treat me kindly, still  Lest I shatter into pieces…

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…

D: Death-toll: Comfort

There are no opioids here,  No wisdom to be shared. The bitterness of the pill Is directly proportional  To your love for everything  Human. Which is not always  Lovable. Yet there are people  Who hold our hearts Those that we think of and  Wish to keep safe.  Alas, the virus has no country  or calling….

C: COVID-19: Lockdown

Even as I slept I dreamt about the poem I’d write Today. In the silence it comes back to me “How to make a garlic sizzle”. Of course  You melt the butter and let the pod hiss  In the pan. I realise of course it was just a dream Who writes of garlic and everyday…

B: Blotchy : Messy

I always hated to stay  Between the lines The lines on the page The lines of my face My colours splashed   Outside the box Messy, they called me,  And messy I stayed.  I had my share of trouble  Straying from the lines The lines that life drew Confining me in walls I will not be…

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?…