Archive for August 2012:

Captive

Wafts

Aromatic

Held captive

By

Cockles

Of heart

Got jolted

Today

I’ve always

Considered

None superior

To your

Wrist flicks

Flavorfully

speaking

Your dishes

Had that extra

Something

None could

Replicate~

Love, pure

Limpid

Enhanced

Every served

Tit bit!

Today

I caught myself

Short, at the upswing

of maudlin

In self pity, as I

Hesitated at the brink

Of being sucked

In, a familiar

Whiff knocked

my nine pins

Knocking sense

Into me~

You’ve been gone

Decades, still you linger,

Never abandoning

your youngest~

When I see a clear impassive

Face, I see you~ when a child

Sidles up to me trustingly

We are as one~

Temples, monks

Holy chants

Conjure your

Dear face~

I see you everywhere

Feel the heat of your love

and I quickly hug myself~

You reside within

And what my senses

Experience, is you

Speaking to me

Plain and

Simple~

I’ll now go stand

In the light

Where

I belong

As you

Placed

Me there

Before

You left~

 

 

~

 

 

When Evening Falls

you come quietly
on ninja toes
throw a cloak
bringing day
to close
prepping
for magic
to unfold~
O
Ever so gently
your fan
Folds light
origami (cally)
spreading
black
Velvet
cloak
In sea,
sky
shimmering~

Dreams
quiver
diffidently
until
crescendo
is reached
and clumsy
Newborn doe
Dawning
Tentatively
begins,
Strengthening~

A Poet

A Poet

is nature
changing
Seasonally
every hue
worded~
a timeless
wonder~
resonating
on like minded~
vibrating
softly
in paroxysms
of wonder~

 

 

Matryoshka Dolls

Matryoshka Dolls
(For my Poet friends)

Your spilled ink
On face book pages
Are living
Entities~

They bear in bellies
Whole plethora
Of happened
Happenings~

They ripple
Generating fresh
New couplets’ birthing
Wonderfully~

Triggered words
Writhe squirm
Becoming full blown
Lively~

Enamored by the alpha-
Numeric ways of life
I cotton on to them
Thirstily~

I doff hat to word-
smith friends who bring
Winds of joy, my way
Daily~

image is from google images

An Old Photo Album- family saga

Searching lost poems

In efiles, I came across

Saved folders containing

Familiar faces, digitalized

Flood of emotions

Gushed tsunamis, kith kin

From my gene pool, with woof

Warp however, custom tie dyed

My visage – their faded carbon

Copy, my dark eyes flecked by flares

Kith kin instigated emotional smarts’

Whole gamut~ love, joy, anger, pain

The black sheep uncle brazenly eluding

Maternal restraint, standing in front row

Object of our horrific kiddy fascination

And wildest, outlandish imaginations

Undiscovered character actor was this uncle

Once he tried to intercede in a lover’s quarrel

That’d ended lethally- thwarted goon, angry third

Wheel, had lopped off head of his own beloved

Four sets of horror stricken childish eyes

Had seen her dripping head in goon’s right hand

As he’d boldly stepped into waiting cab, head

Held high, his butcher knife grinning ghoulishly

Our family had huddled thereafter, rocking

On shocked haunches, we were hugged close

By elders who’d tried to come to terms processing

Freshly witnessed crime of passion, as occurred

Country’s partition had forced our clan to seek

Greener pastures in hometown with hungry bellies, big

Small, our factory, clan’s sole livelihood, torched by mobs

Six sons, one daughter with smattering of grandchildren

Word of mouth tales, folklore oft narrated, some

Stories stayed unspoken, intentionally held back

Gentle resilient grandparents were thus introduced

To the big, bad, bold and beautiful Bollywood city

Lone memory etched in concrete is of our tall, fair, regal

Humpty dumpty paternal granny, adoring us, grandkids

But a terrible mother-in-law to mom. aunties, she loved

Gambling and had once staked the keys of our home!

Timely intervention by Grandpa, dad and other uncles

Had saved day, sternly reprimanded granny had quietly

Slunk home, licking her wounds but only for a short while

A curmudgeon who’d spoilt her seventh born, a son, rotten

Memories play havoc, hide and seek in my mind

Some I relegate to back burner, others to forefront

Image of another chopped head swims before my eyes

It was of a suicide, who’d chopped own head on rail tracks

Summer vacations were glittering halcyon days

Replete with fun frolic and cousinly frays, an alcoholic

Uncle, another smarmy with octopus tentacles, a scrooge thrifty

Battleaxe aunt, another neglected dolled up wife, stricken doe-eyed

Passion’s play ebbed and flowed in all the family ties

Some we understood others swam over our heads

We returned from summer vacations, rosy cheeked, basking

In love bestowed unstintingly by maternal grandparents

There’s much else to share but family stories

Are like those bottomless pits, memory being

What it is, I give a glimpse of how it appeared

To me, no matter how lopsided, imperfect it may be

 

 

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