She’s got OCD – it keeps her safe. The world will end if the tendli is cut round, not straight. OCD – it gives her control, There’s so many rules – no one could take over her role.
She’s new to the building and here’s what they say, She has a career, and is out at work all day. Comes home late from the office, is NEVER around, To chat with the women, when they all gather down.
A ‘Found’ Essay I decided to use ‘found’ lines from my own poems, using techniques for writing found poetry. More on this in my post Learning to write ‘Found’ Poetry Reading a little bit of ‘Why Mummy Drinks’ by Gill Sims made me want to try my hand at a different style of writing. Light hearted,Continue reading “If I was God – a ‘Found’ essay”
I had a really lovely time at a workshop on ‘Found’ Poetry this December. The workshop was conducted by Ankita Shah, co-founder of The Poetry Club, at G5A, Mumbai. We worked on two different kinds of found poetry – Blackout Poetry and Cento Poetry. It was a lot of fun! Interesting to see how different theContinue reading “Learning to write ‘Found’ Poetry”
A poem about forgiveness and a skill that is needed to form long-lasting relationships amid human failings. Forgive and forget, that’s what they say, So you can be a fool for them on yet another day.
Stand up and fight for what is right, With words imperfect, but a heart that’s alright. Be the flame that sheds light – alive and strong, When society wants a display of money, or when you see something wrong.
If you’re feeling bored and have nothing to do, Just pray for someone to leave some shares to you! You’ll have forms to fill and submit to the bank, Affidavits, attested copies & hopefully a signature mismatch!
Do you ever, Leave your house without your phone, Call up somebody who lives alone? Feel grateful for the friend who was there through the sad, Let your maid have a day off when her back is bad?
It used to be Baby, ‘cos they saw I was young,
The one they looked after when her parents weren’t around.
Then, it was Didi – the elder sister,
A young adult woman without a ‘Mister’.
Please pray for a leader who walks in the light,
Whether he does on his own, or because he’s forced to – either is alright.
Pray for us all, that we can be the pressure,
That we hold on to our values, and let honesty be our measure.
The roads there for walking, the streets are for parking, The footpaths where we sell our wares. The junction is where we stop to chat, Though the signal is green and we’re causing a jam.
Hey diddle diddle there’s more on my middle, I need to go down for a walk! But when there’s sometime and the weather is fine, I go meet my friends and we sit down and talk.
I wrote this poem in a week that had me thinking about a culture where there’s space for diversity.
With admiration and respect for the many pot-stirrers that I know. Some stir by design and some by chance.
They get splattered and occasionally get burned, deal with it gracefully and keep going on doing what they do – making a positive difference.
My friend for a reason, I thought you were true, But you ran when you thought I had need. I was your friend for all time, And I thought you were mine, But now things have changed and there’s no going back.
You taught me to believe.
To have faith and to talk to a higher power everyday.
First thing in the morning, and at night before I went off to sleep.
I chose you and I lost my ability to see. I couldn’t see your failings, though I was aware of them before. It’s not that I was blind, but that I didn’t want to see. Deep down inside, I think accepting your flaws was a reflection on me. Because you were MY choice.
Some of my women friends are stuck. They’re amazing cooks & they were just so good at it, that other family members stopped taking turns with cooking. They loved cooking & took pains to cater to differing tastes, by cooking a wide variety of dishes at every meal.
I could look at you in envy For all the things you have, The ease with which you cope, Your luck when things get bad.
Sometimes I sits, I sits and thinks, of things I’ve never seen, Of places that I’ll never know, of what I may not be. Of all the possibilities that seem so far away, of all the lovely winding roads, that lead out from my gate.
I am grateful for your constant and steady companionship. I have not always felt that way about your many many visits, but as time goes by I’m growing to value them. When you visit regularly, I sometimes wish you away, but you know that I really do not mean it. You bring me joy andContinue reading “Dear Change,”