Monday, May 30, 2011

Currently at Crossroads.


Saturday, May 21, 2011


Scared girl stumbles
into social circuit.
Drifting aimlessly,
aiming driftlessly,
she blusters her way
across the crowd,
seeking a saviour
from her loneliness.

The crowd confuses her,
overwhelms her;
they seem to
make closed circles
and break closed circles
only to make them again.
They seem to
break circles and
make circles
before she can
find a circle
where she could have
become just a point
in a chain of links.

So where should this scared
girl find refuge
in the crowd
from the crowd?

Friday, May 20, 2011


                come crashing
                             on the sea shore,
                                             cleaning bare feet off
                                                        accumulated sand- grainy
                                                               and gritty. But feet keep gathering
                                                       grainy gritty sand and waves keep
                                                  crashing down the shore just to clean them.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Chocolate Chor

*Note: Chor means 'thief' in Hindi.
* I call my dad "bape"

Ah! The moment is just right-
no one is in sight.
So i tip-toe to the fridge
and seek those
concealed chocolates.

They're in
the vegetable tray
where i may
have not bothered
to look.

Poor parents!
I'm not all that easy
to deceive or discourage.
When there is greed,
there is also a will
to search relentlessly.

But just before i can
delight in devouring them
all alone
Bape behind me says-
"Be sure to share them
with me and your sister."

Friday, May 13, 2011

The Latticed Partition

I'm standing
in the lobby
and he is
slinking behind
the latticed partition
that separates us.

Though unreadable,
his gaze
pierces me
across a solid barrier.

Does he
want to talk?
I do.

But for
the latticed partition
standing strong
we could have
gotten along.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank - #47 Toes

Note- Zari is a type of thread made of fine gold or silver wire used in traditional Indian and Pakistani garments. This thread is woven into fabrics, primarily made of silk to create intricate patterns.

The photograph 
sits on a shelf, 
a silent reminder
of the little girl 
i once was.

The hem of my 
red zari bordered skirt
half conceals and half reveals 
two tapering feet with tiny toes,
encased in silver anklets.

Did my jingling anklets 
ever fill silences?
And when was 
the last time i wore
a zari bordered skirt?

The picture captures
a time bygone-
a femininity now 
transformed over the years 
of confusing childhood.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

An Attempt At Alliteration

Street scoundrel slinks stealthily 
along an alley
to pick purses poking from pockets.

Someone stop him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Just a Thought

I wonder what happens
 to the world that was.
Does it exist somewhere,
 on another plane,
buried deep beneath
layers and layers and layers 
of time,
to be dug into,
its treasures excavated
for the world to marvel at?