Perhaps

You hurt me. Perhaps you didn’t mean to  But you did. It’s not your fault That I hurt so easy. Or maybe it is… I had a hide. The hide I use for strangers. Strangers?  Because they hurt. Over the years I have learned to wear one. But you peeled it off. Tricked me into…

The Perfect Dream

  When you sleep Huddled in bed What is it That you dream of?   The small smile That plays on your lips That one Right there What does that mean?   Is it a friend? Playing a favorite game A song, some birds Do you know their names? Or is it me? Something funny…

Living in a fool’s world?

  Today, I wish to speak about the experience of being a girl. What does being a woman mean in our part of the world? It means Always walking with one’s head bent low. If you are a modern woman like I am it means you no longer bend your head but you do keep…

The ‘Parent ‘ Train

The parent-train We feed them and we burp them We love them to death We scold them and scare them Watch their every step We coddle them and discipline them And teach them all we know We help them scale heights And hold them when they’re low From the moment they are born Till the…

Morning

I remain still

Ignoring the throb in my shoulder

She

She envies people who look back at their childhood with nostalgia . For her it is a period that she keeps locked away in the darkest dungeons of her memory. She does revisit it sometimes – To draw lessons from it to teach her children , to empathize with troubled people she meets and sometimes…

Happy Birthday K

They say the best things in life happen when you’re looking the other way  – That is how it was with K – My younger one. When the knowledge of him  came I was still so overwhelmed with the responsibility of my older one (Just one year old then) that I failed to recognize the blessing I…

God Speaks

  The world existed before you And it will live long after; The last sorry specimen of you  perish and leave. I created you Just as I created billions of other things before you But you cast  me into molds That fit your narrow imagination Wind, birds and the trees were my voice You gave…