Memories of my Beloved
Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.
Toy Story: Baby Boss
I am the baby boss. I like my dad’s shoulder to sleep on. Because it always keeps moving and I feel like I am having a ride. (Dad was walking carrying the baby in hand while doing work or in the market) I was sleeping and a bubble came and popped on my nose.
From Nights to Mornings
I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.
Energetic Baby Boss
Then as I sat in between them, I started my energetic dance.
Hop…hop…wiggle wiggle…hop hop…wiggle-wiggle…
A tap on mom’s cheek and a kick on dad’s hand. Grabbed mom’s hair in my crab like hands and pulled them.
Baby Boss: Ghost Buster
I am the baby boss.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
I see ghosts everyday …You can call me a Ghostbuster.
I was sleeping 😴…
Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison
Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.
You are a Poet
You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky
I in Crowd
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Hard to Breathe
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
Indifference
It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…
Anxious Silence
No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process
Waiting
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Curious Kiddos
‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.
No passion only hunger in kitchen
A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.
Happy Lohri 2023
This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…
Ugly
Her ugliness made her fall in love with herself.
Addiction
Lights off, spilled pills and a blur vision took a soul away.
Paused She
She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.
Broken Heart
Before he could do anything, she broke her heart herself.
He
In an ocean of memories, he submerged all alone.
Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Mirror
Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.
Decades
It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.
Journey Of an Angella
In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;
Era of Misunderstanding
“Never take your close one’s for-granted …do respect their feelings…Do pamper them…Also make sure your presence makes them feel secure.”
That one Satisfying Bite
That first byte for her was the satisfactory ultimate pleasure as she missed her mother’s love, care and motivational moves.
Cafeteria: Passionate Success
Her mother was proud of her as she proved herself as her father’s shadow.