How do you un-hear a sound?
How does one un-learn a word?
What if we were not to know of love?
Maybe it would’ve been difficult
Maybe it would’ve been better, Continue reading
miles are tread or left un-tread
but memories fade..
When i was a kid
There was a someone
Who called me ‘moon pie’
Because of my fair skin
And my soft cheeks
I am still the moon pie
With marks on my skin
And a warm smile on my face
Either wandering in space
Or in the kitchen
Orbiting my orbit because i have to
And stuffed with what they want
With a drakside that does not reflect light
And still a someone’s favorite.
Let us play outside
in bad weather
on a broken swing set
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Journey, Limerick, Alliteration
The Circus Town
To all the travelers-
From hitch hikers new in town
to that weird guy, the class clown,
the kids in the corners
to the three job jugglers. Continue reading
Water, Haiku, Simile
a glass of whiskey
a drizzle at night, father’s
glasses with blood stains.
The day we first met,
there were –
no sparks or background music
no instant connection,
just awkward silence. Continue reading
I know that,-
curiosity killed the cat.
But sometimes, just sometimes
I’d like to believe
it was the crazy cat lady.
and we could see so much wrong reflected
in those eyes that stared at us,
so we hid behind blankets of smoke
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I come from a place where the ‘supposed to be’ wide roads
are a host of traffic jams everyday,
and the twisting and turning galli’s are big enough
for matches of cricket and football.
I come from the seas of desks and benches
where waves of books and pages
roars along with the crowded hallways and stairs.
I come from the house where the dinner table is filled
with the joys and humbles from the day
ending with the depressions of the evening news,
And even the dark places that reeks
with the stench of cold memories
that no amount of smoke can mask.