poem
POETRY / Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
POETRY / The three day wake
‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use
POETRY / Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
POETRY / Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
POETRY / Wonder
I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me
Afloat, Untethered
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
POETRY / Omniscient
Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June
POETRY / All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know
All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–
POETRY / The things I wish I had never known
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
The three day wake
‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use
Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
Wonder
I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me
Afloat, Untethered
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know
All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–
Omniscient
Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June
The things I wish I had never known
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
The golden hat
It was not a question one would ask as he did/ With his round glasses at the end of his nose
