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, but with a message.
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 the poems of each participant were.
The workshop started with an explanation on found poetry, and how we were to work on our poems. And then, we got started with our assignments.
Here’s the poems I wrote at the workshop, with a brief note on each exercise. Continue 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. Continue reading Teach them
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. Continue reading Stand up and fight for what is right
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! Continue reading Occupational Therapy
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?
Continue reading Do you ever?
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’.
But 2 years of marriage and that was all gone,
Then I became Bhabhi, their sister-in-law! Continue reading The stages of my life