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The caged lioness

Silent screams in the head
Tears full of rage
Hopeless faith
Things beyond your control
Yet people who maneuver
Play with your life and jeer
Your despair an entertainment
Dare you try to escape
You will sink in the quicksand
Hands reach out and you try
To hold one and come out
Little did you understand
Those hands want to fling
You back in
Mind games from afar
And yet when you try
And retaliate, you are the
Biggest villain, in the eyes
Of those who matter
Try and forgive they say
But what should you forgive, pray?
Because if you wipe your heart clean
They will douse you in mud again



Divine Gift

I was only a girl with a million dreams
Making it big, earning loads of money
Marrying a really nice guy and seeing the world
You were a part of the plan
But one that kept getting pushed
Because I had so much to do
Before I was ready to meet you
But time started slipping away
And I had to see you soon
For I knew not when it would be too late
The day you were conceived
Was probably like any other
But the day you arrived, was definitely
One that changed everything for ever
You bestowed upon me motherhood
A role exasperating yet divine
I would cry for all that I had lost
And rejoice for all that I gained
As you grow I face new challenges
And learn new lessons
One day I will tell you how proud
You have made me
Till then let me yell at you


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Tiny Tales of Time

Wake up, dress. Go to the hospital. Sit by his bedside and read to him his favorite books. For seven years she had been doing this. Time that passed did not matter. If he fluttered his eyelids it would be a mark in the time-stream.


The bulldozer finally unearthed the debris. He was gasping but alive, holding his precious baby. The minutes, hours days of darkness had finally brought forth the light and the faith he kept flickered in his breath.


The clock would chime eight, dinnertime. Mommy would place whatever she could innovate with the ingredients available. The five pair of hungry eyes at the table waited, wanting more.


She thought it was him across the room. Yes it was, he looked a bit frayed, the years had caught up with him, but still handsome. He had caught her eye too and walked towards her. Then a lovely woman swept up to him and he turned on his charm. She turned and walked away, nothing had changed in years.



Holiday More Rock Summer Woman Girl Young Woman


She stood there on the brink
Melancholy and miserable
Everyone she knew had left her
She thought of all the wonderful times
She had had during her lifetime
And her earliest memories
Tugged at her heart
She would always stand
No matter how hard she fell
And that is how all her friends
Remembered her
She sighed a long deep sigh
And then looked up to the skies
Now was not the time to give up
It never was her style
She jumped off the cliff
And flew towards the unending horizon



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Women’s Day? What’s that?

They erase me when I am still in the womb

Burn me alive for dowry

Tell me to stay indoors

Even decide on the length of my skirt

Appease their egos by submersing mine

Abuse my body, wreck my soul

Leaving their filthy footprints behind

And one day in a year

Leave glorified messages on their

Social media accounts

Thinking they have righted all wrongs

What is Women’s day to a man?

Let me try and understand

Is it a day when he does not look down upon

His wife, neighbor, niece or boss

Or does not pass those lewd jokes around

Is it the day he finally regrets

The black eye and hurtful words

Or is it the media circus with which he rolls

Trying to show what a great man he is

Why regale to celebrating me on just one day

Treat me equal and all days shall be ours

Together to celebrate




Wavering Compass

The directions are clear

I want to steer myself that way

Make a career, get a life

And all the goodies along the way

The plans I have chalked out

Never work out the way I want

The diversions and distractions

Are often unsought

They shape me though into

Making choices, bringing out

In me the strengths I am unaware of

The compass of life is always

Wavering towards the unknown

Making it sometimes rough

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She counted the rows and made the turn
And then she patted her stomach affectionately
As if to soothe the baby within, hush it lovingly
She put aside her knitting and slowly got up
Time to feed the cat and exercise the swollen feet

He wanted to be home soon, to be with her
She tired very easily and maybe he could help her
The third trimester almost over, she was anxious
And he never went far for work, in case he had to rush
It would soon be time, for the baby’s arrival and their
Anxiety mixed with excitement would soon culminate

It was as if it could see outside and envisage the love
It was about to receive to the simple couple
They would be caregivers (as they said)
And provide him with love, or so it hoped
Then it saw the knit on the table and sighed
A sigh of contentment and smiled in the womb





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High and Mighty

The homecoming was exciting as I got to live in the part of the city that I had always coveted. Having lived in different cities for a decade I had found people so vastly different in their behaviors and beliefs. And I admit sheepishly I had become a bit judgmental myself.

I always cherished the memories of the city where I lived for the longest period of my life and considered my home. I had memories from the time I lived here. I remembered the people being kind and considerate, more tolerant than people in any other city.

People in my city were simple and suave at the same time. Honest but super smart, trustworthy and hardworking.

So imagine my surprise when I discovered that all that I had seen and upheld was merely reminiscent of people who existed then in that time and space.

To say things had changed was an understatement.

I shifted into a high tower, hoping to weave new fabric of friendships and togetherness.

Slowly I learnt (and in a very unpleasant manner), people were more disconnected, more distanced by huge corridors and unseen glass doors, divided by elevators and floor rises, judged by being an owner of an apartment or just a tenant passing by (these were looked down upon and their say was not important in forming any rules).

As the Whatsapp messages became more and more derogatory and all people could do was off load their grievances, more to say their own inadequacies and frustrations of being behind self-created glass doors I realized the high and mighty were really low on self-esteem and lacking in basic human courtesy.

People who would not even glance at you in the elevator would side up on the Whatsapp group conversations. Most of them would even generally go by the drift of the masses and like me there were other minorities who decided to become silent spectators for the fear of being trolled and  lynched online for have our own opinions and not going by what the prestigious elite were saying.

As for tolerance, well this quality was soon diminishing in the people staying in high rises (maybe staying among the clouds was clouding their minds).

People were becoming intolerant to sounds coming from everywhere around, be it the call for prayers or the celebratory music on various festivals.

There was widely circulated self praising posts of how their twitter message got the cops to shut the music down.

It is becoming so sad and desperate that people want the winds to stop whistling.

Next they will be complaining of the sun shining in their eyes.

How I pity these poor living machines because the music has definitely left their souls.

I hope when it is time for me to relocate soon I will descend a little towards those living people who dance in the streets in the rain and forget to see you after their fires have been personally doused by you.

To those wanting to live a notch higher, my advise is don’t lose yourself in the clouds because it is to earth we must return one day.


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The Incident

I am getting late ma, it’s my friend’s birthday

If I do not go, he will take someone else

To distribute the toffees

Probably the last words the mother heard

As she got him ready for school

Walk fast Daddy, we shall be late

No I will go to the toilet in school

As soon as I reach

Probably said the innocent little boy

Even a minutes delay was not acceptable

It was his friend’s birthday

He had to be there, to wish and partake

In simple joys of childhood

Little did he know, his joy was short-lived

And he would come to such a violent end

The parents now bereft with inconsolable grief

Could never have known that fate

Would deal them such a cruel blow

They need not your sympathy

They need justice

And an assurance that no child

Will ever suffer at the hands of any perpetrator

In places deemed safe, school or home

By persons known or unknown


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For the Parents of Pradyuman, we cannot even fathom your grief, may no parent have to ever go through this


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