Category: Poetry and Prose

Forgiveness

This poem is dedicated to my fellow Instagrammer who survived Covid-19 but lost her mother in India. 🙏

Mama
do you remember
we spent long hours
on talking about my future
choice of men
ways to raise my children
and you would be
by my side
to guide me
to help me

Mama
that became just
fractions of memory
all of the sudden
took me by surprise
in such a violent way

I once was a soaring bird
with wings you gave me
Now
I am faltering
failing
falling so ever low
touching the pit
of my existence

Oh Mama
do you remember
you spent hours
on comforting me
nursing my wounds
restoring my strength

But Mama
when you needed me
I was too weak
to look up
I was too engrossed in
my own battle
I lost sight of you

Mama
forgive me

Shooting Star

She spotted the lone star
on a glorious night
She wished too hard
clasped too tight
The star blinked out
into eternal darkness

Omission

I am the chapter
in the whole story
you so easily skip
because
our love affair
is not worth
bookmarking

The Aftermath

Go Dog Go Cafe word prompt – negative, erosion, balance

I look at our past
through sepia negatives
what once was a rock
worn down by the rain of fights
erosion of grief
earthquake of rage
faded into nothing more than particles of clay
on an out of balance
stage of life

I no longer wonder
why you work yourself to death
and I seek solace in the bottles

Remedy

The Living Poetry word prompt - Remedy

He is a remedy for disaster
always in for the spur of the moment
lack of structure
inability to follow instructions
trigger happy is his signature
a tiny cell in the marfia organism
domino effect till the world rots
in total surrender

Exception

Let no one
Walk all over you
Except
A kneading kitten

Departure

Go Dog Go Cafe writing prompt – write a poem starts with “before this moment’

Before this moment
Moment was just a string of bubbles
threaded by time
Time in essence was an illusion of endless future
Future ceased to exist just before this moment

Acqua Sporca

I learned to steal
a moment of daily happiness
from a potent portion
filled with bloodboiling passion
velvet dark and strong
silky crema floating on top

How could you
break its perfection
with inflation through dilution
and try to convince me
that’s a revolutional innovation

I Am One of Us

The Living Poetry May visual prompt

They are puzzled about me

An eccentric nerd
buries herself in books
walks in summer storm
stares at the sky for hours

A sore thumb
stands out in small talks
unable to pick up social cues
receives no offense of sarcasm

I am told that
I am the eighth colour
of the rainbow
I am just as beautiful
as all the other flowers
in the field

Coffee Beans

I sat on the shelf
of your pantry
in full body aroma
There was no comparison
to all other shapes and scents
I thought
I was so special

I sat idly by
let the prime
of my youth
go stale
not knowing
why
watching you
sip cups of teas