Poetry

You know you’re a mom when..

  You've wondered about your fear of death, when the only thing you have always been petrified about is your child digging into that forbidden closet or the bathroom cupboard to find out the secret stash of “things”? You've looked down on the bathroom floor to see two...

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The many predicaments of a single woman

  She walks as a liberal icon among people who don’t realize their thoughts are their barbed wires. She'll march the streets for the disenfranchised, and maybe for those born with ugly faces, but not for them who have the talent for picking the wrong men. What about...

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Momentous

It’s not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst. You want to know what it is?   It’s something you have or don’t more than I do, because there’s no straight finish line here. It ticks away silently mocking our indignant ways with wasteful...

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When home is still here and we aren’t

Unlike refugees, who don't have a home behind or infront of them, we have a home. But,   Will it remember all those mornings that the woodpecker made mating calls from its roof? How on sleepless nights, someone read and made notes from a borrowed J. Krishnamurti's...

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ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. (Dear Refugee, my life must go on..)

* * * The original English version: Dear Refugee, my life must go on..  * నన్నల్లుకున్న వెచ్చని కార్డిగన్, మెత్తని నా అరచేతుల మధ్య పొగలు కక్కే ‘లికరస్’ టీ........... పౌర హక్కుల్ని పగటికలలుగా కనేందుకు ఈ నేపథ్యం సహజంగా లేదూ?   నువ్వూ, నేనూ పంచుకున్న ఆకాశం కప్పు క్రింద,...

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The mother of all emotions

Before you think you can put a finger on love, Think of the time you saw the size of the butter stick in your mother's pie. Think about how all your life, you'll work hard enough to make your mother proud, Yet, you'll look up to see if the whole world has taken...

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Dear Refugee, my life must go on..

  It's not too unthinkable, sipping licorice tea in my cardigan, And day dreaming of a life of civil liberties.   Out of the window, I see stars coming out from under your sky, But on ground, I don't see the tears on your muddy faces.   I've only seen your life...

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Momentous

It's not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst. You want to know what it is?   It's something you have or don't more than I do, because there's no straight finish line here. It ticks away silently mocking our indignant ways with wasteful...

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Perceiving my anthropology

I don't know what moves him. I remember the day he came back home to hide his red eyes behind that newspaper after he lit his mother's pyre. This is the man, the brunt of all my emotions, whose lifetime fits in this poem. It's mostly the appalling nature of his...

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The Emigrant’s Anthem

I Pursuing dreams, First steps Beckoning opportunities, Across oceans Proud sacrifices, Glistening eyes   II Anxious freedom, Fertile memories Loyal sentiments, Burning dedication Liberating happiness, Humbled notions   III Defending values, Honoring liberty Blood...

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To my estranged one

Ok, I admit; I still have that shameful longingness. When you gathered everything else up and left me to myself, And, when the war of words ended, It was clear that the love between us had begun to show cracks. It would never happen to me, was the conviction I always...

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Yours singularly

Always close by my side, he mocks me. Calling the lack of endearment around me, self-inflicted. Late in the afternoon, at work, “All these people around you need you to break their bread”, he mulls. At the bar, he demands to know why I hadn't invited myself to her...

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Still standing, still standing..

  The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..  * At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears.. I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail, a gleaming red sun,...

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Dear sons: Full disclosure

resilient and self sufficient A life's worth of choices. Subjected to, day in, day out. Freedom of expression. Empathy exercises. Vulnerability followed by weakness. Protection from cold. Letting the homeless die from it. Health of the children. Love. A gentle kind...

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Child bearers of the world

Distracted mothers create loneliness. Those children celebrate uncertainty. And out of the imperfect first steps, They quickly thrive and learn, no love is earnest. Fathers cry when planes disappear. Worlds unite to search the heavens and oceans. Nothing brings back...

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Tea Rings

There is the love of mother that needs no senses to feel its expression. And, that’s where I begin my journey of this life with you. In that vintage picture, I think of how you became a woman coming of age. Wounds of the uprooting I haven’t seen yet, or...

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Love made me do it

  As you slip and fall, my thoughts are along with you atop the death train – la bestia. A smiling young man you were, one second ago, the next – a limp body in the overgrown unworn path. A heatstroke at 16 has sent you home sooner than you wished for. But is any man...

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Temples in our Hearts

While others make smoldering burial grounds in memory, those who have never made promises to make us laugh have their own temples in our hearts. Stories that don’t need our mother’s tongue to be told better, are these secret wishes that transcend cultures and...

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Retribution?!?!

If I knocked on your door for a cup of water for my parched throat, Would you be able to tell, I am not your next door neighbor..? If not, then, why this thirst for my life.. ???? * Near these foothills, of some of the world's coldest mountains.. I hear stifling...

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I can muse a poem

The mother inside of me finds no shortage of spontaneity and wit. I can be surprisingly superfluous when I am lecturing my child. Trouble arrives when I call myself a writer, and that’s when I get deliberate. When I dictate myself to the writer’s rigor, dictation gets...

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Pathos..

The mornings hang here, until.. I peek out of the window and hurry out of the house for the next door.. Determined to find an answer.. I gently turn the key and push myself into the hallway.. Moving past discolored leaves and curtains.. I pass them, a lot of them, the...

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Still standing, still standing..

  The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..  * At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears.. I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail, a gleaming red sun,...

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Like a dry flower in my diary

Photo courtesy: Thomas Campbell She would rise and shine with me.. She would part with anything for me that I loved or desired.. Today, she might be a woman, but just between us, there is no time travel.. Her gentle, sweet, kind spirit wasn't a match for my boisterous...

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An Affair with Vanity

The excitement is mutual, the passion contagious. The play of his naughty hands, the smile on my lips. The smell of his breath, the kiss on my feet. The tingling down into his toes, the long black hair on my slithering spine. Smiles with the mirror in the morning, all...

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Melancholy

I haven't seen more life than what you have shown me.. Anything larger than life was you anyway.. I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share.. I would look for your love when I had my daughters to care.. I would cook for you and wait eagerly for...

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Vultures don’t soar high

* The vultures hover above their tiny heads. The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air. Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless tale of survival. There is no healing except from the spit of the...

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Diwali

The smile won't leave my face. The happiness in my heart won't go away. This day brings back all the days when I was a little girl, colors on my tiny hands, flowers in my pony tails. Running around the neighborhood with a child like perception that every day was going...

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In loving memories..

You were my first joy, remember.. ?? The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life! Someone said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.. Someone never held a dying child in their arms.. Bringing you home with the hope that...

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On a Rainy Day..

Miles may separate us, but you are always there in my heart. Words might not be spoken, but I can never love you enough. Rain outside my window reminds me of you and the tears in my eyes that wont pour out. I brave and get past this. Every tomorrow brings a little...

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A mother’s night out

Dreams of laughter and gossip in the days before.. One less shift of diaper duty on this day.. Promises to yourself that you are not selfish.. Rolling down the window to feel the freedom in the 'h'air .. A nervous text to check on their welfare.. Celebrate woman, the...

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In love with life

I am in love with him, because I am eager to see the joy a new day in our lives will bring!! I am in love with him, because he is the one who brings a smile on my lips when I think of him.. I am in love with him, because I am thrilled every time I see his name when my...

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In a still moment…

Today, I thought I will stop.. Take a break and really pen down how I feel.. Take a break from everything, sleeping, eating, cooking, feeding, cleaning .. everything.. Because I know the value of taking a break and just for a second, stopping to catch a breath… And...

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A connection to the heart

  It was love at first sight in the hospital. His little brother was in my arms waiting for his first reaction. It was plain and clear, that of love. And now at home, He hovers around his bassinet wary of all the visitors who pay a visit to see what he calls "my...

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