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Kabuliwala

as
I form your name
in my mouth ..rolling
it over my tongue
wan feeling of loss
boa(s)
around mind
..
I
wistfully long
for bygone wonder
years …
scintillating memory
pebbles burnished
by midday sun
..
swirling shape
conjured out
of time’s bottle
sees me running
full tilt heeding
your daily
call
tiny fists exchanged coins
for your mouthwatering
baked rolls and buns
dusted by powdered sugar
I bit into impatiently and the white
mustache that formed on my face
made us both gurgle delightedly
Kabuliwala: your name spelled
exotic spices, green almonds
sundry dry fruits especially apricots
“khumaanis” and my tiny mouth
would drool all over again while mom
cherished guchhi, Dingri for concocting
delicious rice pulao filled with dry-fruits
your crooned songs
mixed with old Hindi songs
still steal into heart, mind
in pensive moments
making me homesick
all over again as eyes
involuntarily river
old Silk route, Khyber
Pass, Hindukusch mountains
hold a firm sway over this vagabond
heart roaming ancient soils, pausing
in time stilled old modern caravanserai
hotels, motels sleuthing clues on treasure
maps aching to arrive: where it all began
**wild, rare nutritional fungi crop known for its medicinal value. Guchhi, or morchella esculenta, a mushroom variety *Dingri is dried mushroom also called Kumbh
images are from google only

and then he left…

after sticking for years
like super glue
one day he upped
and left
his body lay supine
mind wandered elsewhere
I ran to check his toiletries
in the bathroom
all were there
even the toothbrush
was moist
only he’d left
without leaving…
non-plussed
I kept plucking
petals singly
mouthing “he loves
me, he loves
me not”
till time us both
forgot
..

Face Off ? on?

how do I face
self in mirrored
appearances ?
90% dead ringer
of dear departed
dad, siblings
sighs escape
from parted lips
involuntarily
I share
what makes
me tick
schtick, tickles
of mind, spirit
heart’s cockles
cackling
on daily basis
I awl scalpel ego
crimson persona
obdurate rotund form
continue face-offs
wooing
beloved is ongoing
par for the course
..
never off course
am DNA’ed
thus

April 1st 2017

Today brings no joy
My face closes shut
After
a good soak

~
Plethora
Of emotional
Highs lows
Run gamut

~
You’ve left
yet you adhere
In sighs of regrets
Panned joys

~
Had you
Lived you’d
Have been full
of pride and joy

~
Your herd
has flourished
Nourished
By love…

~
Ever thankful
For in hand I gently
release you as I did
before in holy waters

~
I hope
your soul
Is finally at peace
Burdens load-shed

~
I bid adieu
once more
On this first day of April
When you were born
~

Picasso

unleashed

pandora’s box
has gradually released
sleeper furies hibernating
under rocks…..
~
sudden feeling
of choking
has taken
hold

vagabond spirt is chomping
harder at the bit being
that Roman gypsy longing
for amiable shores
~

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