Sisters

We were always together and different.

That was good.

Miles we travelled, while we chose;

Our decisions,

Drifting apart,

Our company

Lost between extremities;

Changed.

Beyond the blurred years

You wrote,

Unaware of which

My pen too frequented over a few lines.

We read each other with surprise.

Our verses remain the same –

Different.

We understood

Overcoming a speechless pain,

We remain different;

We are complementary;

We are still together;

Sisters;

Daughters of the same mother

Who holds us together,

In life and lines

When we think of her,

We remain.

To Mother

Yesterday,

Like many other nights,


I was sick - for you;


Holding on to you


I felt the fear, the pain –


of missing you,


Your touch, scolding’s,


Prayers and tears –


Only for me.


Even when there wasn’t much


that I shared with you,


I knew,


You knew me better.


Pa still remains my God.


But secretly as a pagan keeps faith,


I have you in me treasured.


In some nameless moment


I discovered


how much I am an extension


of you.


I feel proud.


But this will happen,I know,


I am going to miss you,


Mother,


I love you.

Morning Delights

Whenever a bud blooms
I smile.
Whenever I smile
blossom withers.
Though I mean to be the rain,
I end up as the sun.

Life-giver,
when burn myself and keep away;
Even a slight approach
brings destruction.
Therefore I love –
An extreme, distanced way of parenting.

Whenever a bud blooms
I pretend to be still asleep
and smile secretly;
Often wiping a tear
that slides down to kiss
the soft petals..

They call it a dewdrop
and are happy.

Glass bangles

Glass bangles of every color
slipped off the hands and broke.
Glitter of gold entices wrists;
Proud icons weigh heavily upon the heart.

Though easily broken
I still remain
the simple glass bangle
that adorns heart and dreams..

A POEM LOST IN CANDLE LIGHT.....

Shadows fall upon words.
Word by word I write.
Pen is a only a feel;
A long black figure
fixed to a fist
casts shadow over the script.
Black upon black
the paper goes mad
and curses the candle light.
I stop writing
to burn the paper.
Black words fall with a cry;
Sacred flames receive the holocaust.
Words are free.
Thoughts find salvation.

Display Dolls

Shame staggers in
Each time they bargain.
Being showcased for long;
None adores, none demands;
Only, the dress loses its hue.
Shame gets tired
By the time it’s settled.
To be cuddled or torn
Dolls without souls are sold.

Palash

I'm scarlet,

I blaze under the sun.

Drooped, still I glare in the rain;

Night's black doesn't blind me.

I'm fire;

I'm soft;

I'm scarlet;

Twisted,and ugly at times..

When time arrives

The ancient fire

Raptures out of the root,

Right from the core

Where silence had cherished

Without fragrance

The beauty of courge.

I don't spread.

I stand alone.

I stand out.

I'm Palash, flame of the forest.