Brace Yourself

A blast from the past
Broke my dam of emotions
Flash flood imminent!

Take off

The open sky calls.
Another one leaves the nest.
A mother in tears.

Warning

Please tread carefully.
The whole place is littered with
Shreds of shattered dreams.

Black and White

The rain washed away
My bright technicolor dreams
They’re now black and white.

Rock my Boat

Sorrow comes in waves
Leaves with bittersweet despair
I’m barely afloat.

A Sunbath

Stood under the sun
To let my feelings dry out.
Today I am brave.

Fairy Tale

A twist in the plot.
Dragon swallowed my princess.
I am fighting still.

Childhood

Someone ran past me
Bare feet, dirty and carefree
Must be my childhood

*Inspired by a Hindi poem written by Piyush Mishra

Wrinkles

A picture of my now deceased grandmother in on of her pensive moods. She passed away a little more than a year ago and this is one of the better photos I have of her. To think of it, I dont have too many pictures of her smiling. Maybe she didn’t smile much when I was around or she didn’t smile much anyway.

My grandmother lived a widow for more than 30 years. She was very religious and hated my guts for not believing her Gods or following rules and traditions she laid out for us grandkids. That pushed most of her grandkids away from her.

And no! Its not her birthday or her death anniversary. But something triggered in my head this morning and I am reminded of my sad and lonely grandmother, who carried a lot of sadness and a lot of anger with her into her grave.

Rest in Peace Aita.

Genie

If the blue Genie
Gave one wish instead of three
I’d waste it on you