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Sunday Poem: Ayodhya
We have not witnessed
a house of worship being destroyed.
We have just flown a few thousand miles
after cutting the wings of the birds
in lieu of certain needs.
After having offered a…
Sunday Poem: Light Green Eyes
As I gazed at your light green eyes,
You smiled and said,
“They could be misleading.”
Tumultuous has been your past.
At teens,
You had a romance and a boy;
As you…
Sunday Poem: Motion
Things are clear yet hazy.
The marks of dry pimples on your face,
The zebra glass frames under your trimmed eyebrows,
The lines of the smile on your moped lips.
All that was in…
Sunday Poem: Morning Is Night
If only the night was morning
And the morning was night
Would silence exchange
Its exasperating breath
With the constant din?
Would the clock ticking away
Wait for everyone
To…
Sunday Poem: Thus Speaks My Sorrow
In that grimace smeared across your face,
Like a Glasgow Smile carved into your cheeks,
In your trembling arms, unwilling,
To stitch up the raw ends, scared, scarred.
I am there.…
Sunday Poem: The Song
These days you sing
At almost every gathering
And I follow you shamelessly.
I breathlessly drink your voice
Its shape, texture and tone
With an abandon
That sometimes…
Sunday Poem: Ripples Of Grace
At times I think with Your blessings I was born into this world
A purpose to pursue
Obligations to fulfil for the good of others
Laurels gave me a lot of pleasure though transitory…
Sunday Poem: River
The river is like a flowing history
Or a curving geography of civilization
So many cultures nurtured in your lap
So many cities lost in your waves
In your bosom you hold so many…
Sunday Poem: Attraction
Yet again, I wonder why my mind
is attracted to bow, at your blue feet.
See, tainted, I have smeared injustice, all over my ebony body.
Time and again, You say, take this path....…
Sunday Poem: I Am Woman
I keep my head bowed
Let you decide,
My life for me, my choices,
Even my thoughts and my desires.
I keep my voice hushed
And let you choose for me,
Who I must…