Conversation with people who hold a different world view tightly, fondly and with conviction can be thought provoking and sometimes slightly embarrassing. It can leave you feeling melancholy if you are not in a position to voice the world views that you hold dearly with less conviction. I’ve been having a number of such conversations lately and I resort to ...
Once upon a time A hollow man spotted me A shiny new toy, fragile with an inner brokenness Yet filled with wisdom, poetry and deep love He decided then and there to put me in a box There was a painting of a moon in the box, and a ragged blanket But, I was out of his reach Sometimes getting ...
The bird flew in from the vast blue haze He spotted a Bonsai in a pot or a vase (He couldn’t quite tell) He perched on the edge and wept bitter tears For the sad fate of the Bonsai in a vase “You poor thing,” the bird said “In your prison with no fun to be had” “Always, cramped in ...
Today should be a happy day for me. I have an amazing husband who loves me and our little boy. We have a simple but loving home. Today is our 8th anniversary, and I am dealing with grief. A deep well of sadness stemming from a little girl lost (with big brown eyes and frail body), who would never know ...
You and I scampered along a path of bliss and learning In the shade or the burning heat Your hand in mine Or Mine in yours We climbed up a hill or two Slid down a grassy bank to land on a beach Where sea shells shone, Where waves were tame giants in a cradle of rocks strong A breeze ...
I wait to see you with bated breath And a head full of dreams Dancing amongst the clouds As I go about my day’s work A sudden heart wrench (a happy one albeit) Stops me in mid motion You the eternal, elusive desire Lies seemingly within my reach But you never come Not really Ever And I return to my Not so dull existence A little heart broken A little wiser And a little Richer
It was a steep climb I stumbled on the steps Scraped a knee Hurt my back And the old bruises Surfaced Aches and pains Were my sure Companions Yet The lingering breeze From the top of the mountain Urged me onwards Where a still pool Bestowed cool droplets On weary travelers
In a corner of the world where Ancient ruins of glory days And repressed tension of diverging ways Conspire with fear, grasping and ‘identity’ To wreck havoc, A bunch of nonchalant goats Graze on chewy grass By a peaceful pond Covered in Duckweed (@Muhudu Maha Viharaya – [Pottuvil – Sri Lanka)
A week before my wedding, butterflies haunted me. One rested on the wall next to my bed. He was white with delicate pink and yellow patterns outlined in a rich dark blue. He kept me company while I sank into the world of Hemingway. He was right beside me when I chased hunters in Africa, watched bull fights and ...
goingbonkersgracefully Gib stared at the swirls of pink and orange tinged with gold against a pale blue background in amazement. He sank his feet deeper into the soft and slightly moist stuff he was standing on. His uncut mop of hair flew in the air, each strand playing ‘tangles’ with the others. The strong, unruly body of water in ...
The little boy (3 and a half years old) determinedly shoves in baking powder, red food colouring, a dash of washing liquid and a squirt of vinegar into the hole in his clay mound. A thick, red gooey flow dotted with creamy bubbles spills out of the mound, staining the floor and filling the little boy’s heart with delight ...
Come as you may In the glimmers of light falling through star dust In memories long buried in the recesses of my heart In cloudy weather oh so abhorred In the chatter of birds oh so unconcerned In passing trees and crumbling houses In hunger, austerity and brewing unrest In the silent acceptance of fate by cheated, beaten masse Come, my sweet melancholia Be my refuge
Pain; unfathomable Latches on to pain of others Depicted in pop culture Crowned in glitter To aid and abet our voyeurism Deep in the recess of our minds and bury our own darkness
Hubris and shame will be my legacy I stomp curiosity (It kills cats) like a mighty T-rex I raise my head and scream “Bow down you mutts” Fear, loathing and drudgery shall be your lot Stealing star tingles We steal moonlight and star tingles The faint beat of a drum unique to each child As we fumble along trying to ...
Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature… Walking through the shadow of oppression and austerity I reach out for star tingles Shared pain Solidarity Knowing smiles Kindness And… The quiet, enduring Essence of nature…
Mia picked up her basket of frog skeletons, put on her burgundy dress and stepped out of her house. The witch gathering was scheduled at half past moon rise. Mia hoped she wasn’t late for the ceremony. Her path was laden with rotting leaves; a chilly wind caressed her back as she took mincing steps on the narrow path. The ...
A pool of young water Reflected your Proud picture Decked in crimson and gold And a special black cape You were super man The best in the world In your eyes and those of Others (or so you thought) Proud and energetic On the verge of desperate Euphoria, you Roamed the world… On the bank of a young pool You ...
I am a poet, a gifted being My rage fills word docs Like flies swarm a milk box And I like to wallow In my misery with a cocktail in hand Looking down at the lesser beings From the vantage point That is rightly mine
Gib stared at the swirls of pink and orange tinged with gold against a pale blue background in amazement. He sank his feet deeper into the soft and slightly moist stuff he was standing on. His uncut mop of hair flew in the air, each strand playing ‘tangles’ with the others. The strong, unruly body of water in front ...
Mia picked up her basket of frog skeletons, put on her burgundy dress and stepped out of her house. The witch gathering was scheduled at half past moon rise. Mia hoped she wasn’t late for the ceremony. Her path was laden with rotting leaves; a chilly wind caressed her back as she took mincing steps on the narrow path. The ...
