I meet you!

I think I met the you in you, I said matter of factly,
How did you find me? he asked incredulously!

walked a little bit here and a little bit there, I said not definitely

and? he prodded,

read the road signs carefully, I said cautiously
Have you reached the dead end? he asked dismally

No, I replied cheerfully
he looked at me surprised

I started from the dead end, I said pompously!

Slivers

Slivers
Of Moon light
Rode
On a dark horse
Galloping towards
The sea
In a haste to meet
It's end....

The end
Waiting below the horizon
To begin
Again!!!

Labours!

They all stood bent,
pulling the green paddy
from the water of a south west monsoon...
a song on their lips
a glint in their eyes
unfazed by the sun
their hands moved on.....

brushing the sweat with ease
they worked with poise
and a candour
that was unchained.

they would break from work soon
to partake a meal
below the huge timeless tree
and laugh and sing.

while i sit in melancholy
and hope to laugh
someday!!!!!1

Aqua lit

the blue river,
snakes through ,
pushing the green algae,

over the white stones
where the fish play their little
fishy games,

and the sand shifts uncomfortably,
to show the homes
of tiny crabs

snails and shells
trail of insects
force in the little

set me free
between the corals
now my abode......

 

Amnesia

Do you remember?

the scent I wore ,

the chignon,

the sound of my

bangles and anklets,

the splendour of my earring,

I forgot...........

Let us remember again.............

Perfect Murder

 

 

On a clinical hospital bench,

I sat waiting,

For the end,

To begin,

An all pervading antiseptic odor

Not worse than the smell

Of death,

A genetic movement in my womb,

A chance for me to play

God,

To roll the dice,

As I was wheeled in,

Sodium Penthonal

The perfect deliverer from torture,

Anesthesia

A trip to no man’s land,

Will I be back?

I don’t know,

Do I care?

Yes,

I haven’t drowned in the mystery of your eyes,

Or seen the first snow flake of this winter.

A scalpel that scrapped my inner lining,

But refused to erode my spirit,

Some blood, some tissue and no concern

Were emptied

From one vessel to another,

Living to stainless steel.

A journey,

From conception to death,

I looked closely at the mass,

Trying to find me,

It is a lie,

There is nothing of me

For I don’t die easily.

But…

This was a perfect murder.

Groggily I walk out

The sun’s rays hitting me,

And I wonder,

Why sodium penthonal is always not available/

My loss!

Today is a humid day here.
I planned to wear a top that needed a strapless bra. Wow! The one that I purchased from Lafayette for 120 Eur would come handy today!!!!
I opened my drawer where these things are kept with more care than I would my jewels. I searched gently and then I panicked on not finding it.  I behaved expectedly. Began throwing everything around but nada!

And then mausi came with my tea. Mausi is my help, physician, confidante and philosopher. Mausi hails from a rural village of Chhapra, Bihar! Like the many, she and her husband migrated to this city many years ago. And she has been with us!

Kya dhoond rahi ho? (what are you looking for?), she asked in a strong accent
Tum nahin samjhongi, (you will not understand). I said dismissively.
Paehle se hi tay kiya? (You have prematurely concluded), she said philosophically.

I showed her another strapless one and said there was another one like this. Did you see it?

She sighed.
Maine ek garib ko de di, she said
KYA. (WHAT), I screamed.
'Tum kamati ho, tumhara gharwala kamata hain aur yeh bin handle wala, fata pehenti ho?, (you are earning, your husband is earning and yet you wear torn clothes?
I was hysterical. I cried! I wailed!I kicked!!!
Kanjoos kahin ki (miser that you are). she said like a sour puss and walked away!

If you see any garib with a strapless peach Victoria Secret bra that is mine!!!!!! But be assured that she will look great!!!!And maybe feels great too!!!

I am sure Gudiya is reading this and laughing....Grrrr!!!Grrr!!!