Category: intuitive

A Daze

We are in a weekly business review: me, him and her Nostrils oval black and clear is most prominent about her Dressed in yellow she talks but the words fly As my eyes wander again to her oval nose It’s rude to stare but my … Continue reading A Daze

My Boyfriend’s a Saint

He’s a saint, pure of little fault 

Uttering words that hit the heart 

To one as that, what do you say but yes? 

His value to this world is priceless 

But in conventional measure it’s worth scant

Stuck between the two, what am I to do?

I am just your neighborhood Jane

Dreaming of salvation and greatness

But before all, a house just like the rest

A husband with all the answers 

2 babies spaced 4 years apart

Patriarchal in practice but feminist at heart

He is the partner girls dream of

Attentive listener, kind as a soft bell chime

Better than any dad was to her mom

But why is he walking in my wake?

Bridging dream and reality

My ego is not ready to face my atman 

No I want more, she says

Kindness doesn’t feed hunger

What if calamity were to strike? My poor eggs! 

He’s a saint devoted to his God 

But with little practical sense

What use is that for mortal I am

But he says-

‘Dear, we’ll figure it out’

With love and conviction

Which I realize is all that matters in the end

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Gul Mohars

After a restless night haunted by red flashes and judging voices, I woke up early to a young Sun and a grey dull room smelling sulphurous. I dragged myself to the terrace amidst clangs of chain up the steps- so burdened I was with thoughts. … Continue reading Gul Mohars

His Mind

One evening after I had all I could, I throw a bomb at him Tell him it’s enough already Get out and stop wasting my time Bring out my list of things I hate Blow by blow I tell him how his existence is worth … Continue reading His Mind

River

One early dawn I closed the door to my house and set out Still in slumber with street lights flickering I walked past homes in my village one last time At the bank, I surrendered all my savings for a ride ‘cross the river The … Continue reading River

Trilling

As I walked by the brook between thickets of forest It pricked me this little bug- emerald in hue The sound in my ears where there was none Trilled and trilled Starting as a soft murmur to a crescendo so shrill I could not ignore … Continue reading Trilling