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…

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?…

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….

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.

V: Vibrant #NaPoWriMo

Where are the flavours of summer? Surely lost in the tart stickiness of the mango Or the cloying sweetness of jackfruit Buzzing around the house like fruit flies. The crickets chirping in the trees Music coming as from a lifetime away As gulmohor blooms scatter restlessly Unanchored in the evening breeze. Who is it who…

S: Silence #NaPoWriMo

  How can I be silent, How can silence fill my howl The tears I do not cry The grief I wear like a cowl   That I borrowed from you As you lay dying The words I left unsaid My truths Exposed and cloying   Patterns upon the bed Where I watched over you…

R: Restless #NaPoWriMo

In the moonlit path we walked together ‘There are wild foxes here,” you said, I took a step closer Wondering if we would see them unless They saw us first and swallowed us whole. My hair caught in branches that swept low, pulling At our clothes. “It’s eerie,” you smiled, disentangling the strands, “but beautiful,” I…