Faces change over time grow up and move away But eyes? Eyes remain the same, windows to all that was. I think I see you cross the road our eyes meeting only for a second to move on, obscurity measured in a single glance. Maybe you too thought I was someone you knew from another…
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No poem today
I will write no poem today I will just chill, not fret about meter And spend the morning Nursing my coffee and Sudoku. I will not write a stanza today No deep thoughts to construe, No yearnings to express… No quatrain or haiku. I will binge-watch a TV show About haunted houses or spies And…
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…
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?…
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…
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…
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…
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