Why verse?

I write in verse, and often question Myself on this literary format selection Why is it that I find myself unwilling To write in prose, why is poetry more thrilling?   Maybe the answer to this question is embedded In my Indian heritage- intricate  concepts were threaded In short verses (shlokas) in ancient Indian texts…

The sedentary dreamer

Nothing in the world arouses the envy  Of a competitive soul like me Than seeing people running along the way While I drive to and from work every day I ogle at their calves, beautifully sinewed And the feeling of discontent is renewed Within me- at my apparent inability To run- or exercise, despite lack…

Where do they pray?

They prayed in churches They prayed in mosques They prayed in temples They prayed in synagogues   They identified their God They took their pick They  carved separate faiths To which they would stick   They segregated themselves Condemned those different Had fights in the name of religion That God Himself could not prevent  …

Travel bans

My six year old and I sat one afternoon Reading about deserts and sand dunes My son, a keen learner of geography Expressed interest in traveling with me To some countries where sand dunes could be found To which I replied we could travel all around The world, and go to any country we fancied-…

Scars

“Without my wounds, who was I? my scars were my face, my past was my life.” -Janet Fitch   They  said time heals Gradually you cease to feel Negative emotions with the same intensity The scars fade, your exterior again looks pretty… She latched on to these words when despair Clouded her life- everything seemed…

Song du jour

I am fortunate to have grown up listening to Songs from Bollywood films, perhaps you Are not acquainted with the range of emotions expressed In a smorgasbord of melodies, here I do confess That each time I feel any emotion intense There is a song appropriate for that experience Often as I feel the emotion,…

The ghats of Varanasi

Swathed in  deep orange light, just before dawn On the ghats of Varanasi she sat alone Played her sitar in precious solitude While the rest of the world she could still exclude A plaintive melody reflective of her mental state A mournful plea to the injustice of her fate At these hallowed ghats she had…

Always.. Indian

On the occasion of Indian Independence Day An expatriate like me should have nothing to say Yet the umbilical cord binding me to the land of my birth Is hard to cut off- I can state that whatever I am worth Today is because I was raised an Indian My sense of identity remains but…

Mothering pains

I have a confession to make here There is nothing nowadays that I fear More than meeting other mothers on weekends For children’s activities- I’d rather run mundane errands   For each time mothers meet, the topics of conversation Revolve around the extent of their enthusiastic participation In their children’s lives- soccer practice, dance recitals…

Where do my loyalties lie

In a world that is increasingly Divided, with pervasive hostility And paranoia everywhere- I struggle to see what is right, what is fair In this divided world I cannot decipher Where to place my loyalties, with whom to concur Every group I belong to has views that are right And other views that I want…

Will toot my horn

I cannot help but notice how these days Self-promotion has become easier in many ways So the talents that we had, meant to be showcased To close friends and family, often based On the context and occasion, employed strategically To garner praise, or arouse envy specifically- Now there is a smattering of our “talents” for…

Woman at Work

“We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back.” Malala Yousafzai The week starts off with a list robust Of things to do- she gets cracking, but first An adequate dose of caffeine she needs To get her galvanized into action indeed The list is long, but in her view It is exciting…