Monday, October 4, 2021

It Rained a Lot That Day


It rained a lot that day,
that day, when another Draupadi cried for 
the hundredth time
for her disrobed dignity,
when another Sita cried for 
the thousandth time 
for her crushed confidence
and when another 
Lucy
cried for the millionth time 
upon hearing that locker room guffaw
about her hem line, 
her neck line
her walk
her talk

it rained so hard
deafening the forests 
and the cities and
the villages

and then when it stopped to rain,
they didn't know where to sow a seed 
a single seed
for by now 
the earth had dried 
the clouds had blown away
and only dry, brittle and forever parched earth remained,
to burn in it's own hell.

 

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

The Cats

 

🐱🐱

The cats have left the house,

one by one.

                              They came in groups too. 

first the lone mother,

                                                                   and then one day, 

her litter,

                         of four.

                                   One of them died, shortly after birth,

                                                         without a wail or a whimper.

Just lay there still. I thought the mother was eating this one, till I saw she was just internalizing this one, for whom the exterior of her mother's body had been harsh, unlivable, cold and cruel?


We disposed the dead kitten--we the humans in the mother cat's life. In the

                                             end, that house stands aloof, unlived, and cold.

                                                     All the cats have left.

Thursday, August 26, 2021

...starting Sustainability, with Self-sufficiency in the backyard!

 Fruits of Labor--always the SWEETEST!

(Summer 2021!)


The Start of a Green-Thumb Aspiration!


Writing on this and that, here and there.....

Some of My Recent Blogposts as a Guest Contributor (Because non-fiction is where we live, and fiction is where we dream!)

v Why Vote? https://www.edforsd.org/post/seven-habits-of-highly-effective-u-s-citizens

v Pandemic Lockdown: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/covid19-teachable-moments/

v Kamala Harris: https://americankahani.com/perspectives/whats-in-a-middle-name-the-significance-of-devi-in-kamala-harriss-name/ 

v Sustainability: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/color-coded-hotel-towels/

v Summer-Slide: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/13-ways-to-beat-the-heat-and-sabotage-the-summer-slide/

v That Quintessential Sari: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/sorry-in-a-sari/

v Dubai: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/dubai-demystified/


The Green Cover We Cherish So Much






 

Monday, May 31, 2021

Poetry in JCFPL

A poetry to raise a toast to the sense of community that gets sealed in a time of crisis!

tinyurl.com/jcpoetry2021

....When the water of the Hudson rises....











Saturday, March 17, 2018

When in the Beyond

I lost a train of thought to the screeching halt by a memory. 

This happens to me often,
Memories, you would brand random,
Simply appear,
Out of nowhere,
And lead me on to places old,
Faces old,
Smells of yore,
Heat that sears,
And rains that pour.
I am lost in the familiar,
I am uncertain in that which has happened,
I am limp, even when I knew I ran,
I am darting, where I know I lay for hours.

Beauty, in the perfection of her face,
Bravado, in his grip on the bike handles,
Fear, in those letters reaching the correct address,
Shame, in the first red on the underpant.
Envy, in a 99 here and a 100 there.

A house in the hills, 
is in the memories,
A house in the hills,
was never in the plans.

A flight to the Beyond,
is written in the dreams in those memories,
And sitting in that Beyond today,
I can see all that lies just outside the Beyond
....from those days, from these days, but outside.

It is the law of nature, I think,
to leave the Behind, when you enter the Beyond.











Monday, February 5, 2018

Truth That Travels

Truth That Travels

Fake it,
for the truth,
no one can take it.

Truth torments,
for the truth may be ephemeral like the dew drop on the leaf,
glistening, filled up to the brim in sparkling allure,
So real, but gone, by a wind, by a whisper or by a whim.

Truth prevails,
truth as we saw it.
Truth, that can travel undiminished, undeterred, understood.

Same Old Me: Newly Minted Author!

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