It rain it rains it rains On my mind from the skies It rains. Crocheted into the day Slyly into the night It rains. Droplets of joy Drops of indignation It rains Nothing dries I wipe the tear soaked face Hug the dog his fur is damp Still, it rains.
Tag: poem
Bombay
I never can call you “Mumbai”: In one corner you will always remain The Bombay of my youth, of dreams and wild forays Into Baghdadi and Leopold. Taj Mahal Hotel stands stately, Brabourne stadium echoes a flood We’ve come a long way lately, it’s been “so far so good.” Memories creak into my bones Bombay,…
I did not stop
I did not stop for the pup today lying injured upon the busy street They said a car ran over it but I could see it still breathed. I did not stop for the pup today I hid behind excuses of “work” the ‘important’ cases of ‘important’ people that were waiting to be heard. I…
Prayer #Notinmyname
I did not come here to rage, I came here to pray. But hold it right there: I don’t do prayer. I bow neither to Jesus nor Allah nor to any of three million Others. so what am I doing here, why are my hands folded why am I in anguish, why am I starting…
I’m here
Quiet. My words are quiet. Breaking through the soft beeps Of the machines Telling me that life Carries on in other worlds In other worlds Where you walk The wind a balmy breath Upon the pond As it shimmers In a tarnished white glow The edges smoothed to whisper In my ear, “I’m here.”
Vegetarian
Knife poised I stare At the avocado All set to pierce the scaly skin Scoop out the ripe flesh.. Did it die When you plucked it from the tree? Or, am I the only one Who can hear it scream?
Reflections #AtoZChallenge
Reflections of reflections mirrors to my soul if I made it so far surely my words can walk you a few steps more to that calm place deep within your mind where tiny footsteps echo the passing of time where another year passes with verse to delight speckled in the air little droplets of light.
Z: zugzwang #AtoZChallenge
Zugzwang: (Chess) a situation where any decision or move taken is a serious, and often, decisive disadvantage. I was ready to quit, wasn’t I? To throw in the towel I had had enough No more attachments, I said. Then I looked into your face Those eyes I could not escape You put me in zugzwang …
Y: Yarling #AtoZChallenge
Yarling: wailing, howling There’s a litchi tree somewhere And it is mine That is where I turn to To hide among the branches That sweep To the ground. I buried your ashes there Beneath That litchi tree That they cut down They would not listen, ” that tree” They said “Has to be gone”. Under…
X: Xenization #AtoZChallenge
Xenization: (doing something) as a stranger In my xenization I have roamed places I thought I out-grew not one of the people I met wore a mask I thought I knew. I pushed on, a mitfit and an outcast in masks that smelled of mildew till I returned to stare at your face the only…
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