"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing…Trying to get there!!!
Music of the heart!!!
When less is more And happiness not just a mere bubble, Laughter is contagious And there’s wind beneath your wings. A dapple of sunlight is easy to gift, And those fist fights last no longer than a blink. When it's simple to forget Simpler to forgive Falling asleep happens within seconds. "Care-less" is so fine … Continue reading Lessons from Childhood
Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The … Continue reading Scraped
This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had … Continue reading Every Woman is Me
There were some yellow stains on his shirt. She couldn't get them away, The detergent didn't help much She tried, anyway. "They" saw the yellow stains, Nothing could be worse! His "honour" was at stake Couldn't she have rubbed enough? Those yellow stains would stay As long as she chose her way, With her life … Continue reading Yellow Stains
Hey! You... The lady with the most unkempt hair Did you just brush off layers from those medallions up there? I'm talking to you.... My lady...with the most unkempt hair. Can you put aside your ladle for a little while and lend me an ear... A stolen moment... What? Don’t tell me now that the … Continue reading The Lady with the most Unkempt Hair
We never know what happens when life happens, unless it actually happens! Today we are so caught in this idea of “myself” that we gradually lose out on our “other self”. It is hard to say whether life is ready to entangle us or is it we ourselves who are willing to get entangled… … Continue reading Two Lives
An onerous soul dwells within, When autumn is pass and winter sets in, Introspecting I count my sins. Years seem a colossal mistake I lie, a lifeless body, a soul awake. But I have lived in inferno and it is too late. “Ah! Wither Faustus, Your soul can never be saved.”
