Monthly Archives: January 2016

Aputhrashya…

a poem by

Do you agree for it?
“Yes”
The sentence being written
on uterine walls
was broken in middle.

Do you agree for it?
she lowered her head
The rain waters washed
the colours of incomplete
wall painting to the ground.

Why didn’t you bring her?
“Please”
The abortion pill that entered
the blood vessels like a thief
crushed the Chrysanthemum bud.

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“You are lucky to have a male child
who keep on your lineage
and a place in heaven” every one told
the murdered three incomplete foetuses
swung their heads in dissent.

Break Oh!

a poem by

Intoxicated with madness
I’m in love with my sadness.
I can’t tell anyone
they are so lost in their happiness.

But my existence is so worthless
and my life so priceless
that my tears won’t bother anyone
yet again I’m ending up hopeless.

Now I’m lost, don’t find me,
let me drown in your memory.
My smiles were not forever
so how can I be?

Turning down with my last breath
are all those pieces of my heartbreak
going into a deep sleep
to dream about a better death.

How?

a poem by

You were wet from the dew
And provocative.
I didn’t feel you until you were
Trembling along with me.

How did I yearn for you!
Count the seconds when you weren’t there!
While you cherished other bodies,
Other un-shaven chins, other warmth.

How much did I carry the mildew perfume
Of your hair in my nostrils!
While you trod on my dreams
With high-heeled bitchery.

How long did my ears resonate
With your tinny laughter!
While I gazed into the drab walls
Of my pent-up cubicle
Thrashing deadlines and fidgety.

Now you say the words I’d always dreamt of!
As I reach for the weathered wallet.
‘How’, you ask, ‘it’s possible for Love’s richness
To fade, to cease?’ as you gather
Your trailing hose and smear on lip gloss.

How can I ever accept?
When you just sold yourself again.

Lady of Honour

a poem by

She floats down like rivulets
Of rain making patterns o’er
The grimy glass panes.
She soils my soul pitiless
With her studied silence
And resenting eyes.

She flits across my dreams
Like mosquitoes would o’er
Unprotected elbows.
She wakes me up listless
With her tinkling laughter
And inviting lips.

She abounds my conscious
Like waves swamping fisher-boats
Descend, rebound, descend.
She envelops me scarceness,
Without physical union
And endeared memories.

She lives and fights me endlessly
Through shredded words and
Pain-filled ‘membrances.
I cherish and seek her gamely
In every waking moment,
Content that she throbs in me!
Despite her stoicism.