Never be it so.

Never it happens.

Never there is peace
Ever there is tease.
Never there is a cease.
Ever there is a seize.

Not anymore silence around.
More of noise all around
Not anymore satisfaction around
More of greed all around,

Neither there is harmony in the day
Nor there is symphony in the play
Neither there is amity in the way
Nor there is diligence in the fray.

That be the mode of living
greatly defined by a killing
A disaster across the being
a destroy of the surrounding.

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Sweet Sixteen April 12, 2021

“It is unusual”, so saying I walk towards the door to find rains pouring heavily. The mat in my porch lies drenched , the cane chairs turn wet, the footwear are no exception. Tucking my saree high I roll the mat, pull the chairs,place the shoes on the steps, go about as if I am sixteen. ” Well done”. I applaud and walk […]

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Oldie April 11, 2021

Lush black hairsilky and soft.dangles so prettyon my shoulders,enhance the skin colourgranting a charm,I look fair and young. Losing little of the dark huethe hair lacks luster,still holds an intensitytied up like a bunrests quiet on the lower neckproducing a maturity,I turn responsible, Black and grey mixgrow dense in no time,My crown takes the cuefrom […] […]

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There I Go April 10, 2021

I sleep every other day,in the afternoons. In a way it is innate coming from my mother. Summer has set in early,mercury rises unceremoniously,unmindful of the heat, I rest on the plain floor. Milkman motors through the garden, Hoots without a stop. Cursing himI try to rise. Lo! my head revolves eyes rotate ,the ceiling comes down, floor goes up. I lie, still […]

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A Liar And A Shrew April 5, 2021

A squabblebetween a wifeand her husbandone abusing the otherverbally and physically.is the recent talk of the town, She drives the man outof his own house, hides his mobile,behaves atrorcious, starves hi,spats and screams, engagesin sly innuendos, makinglife horrible. To escape her brutalityhe boozes, lies in geometricalprogressions, enters intoillicit relat […]

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Mystica April 4, 2021

As a toddler I hang around in the garden. with my siblings. The garden abounds with roses and lilies.Gorgeous I feelto be one among them. Growing up we argue, fight, hug and kiss stop talking, scream slap. i being the most docile. Like a hurricane we behave mad. The branches snap so do we, break the ties. Adulthood brings both responsibilities and maturi […]

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Beena March 30, 2021

Overshadowed by dominanceBeena remains docile while growing. Her elder sister plays the pivotalrole, commanding, shouting, pushing Beena to the background. The younger one grows up quietly unmindful of her sibling’s powerful personality. The parents go with the oldest daughter, encouraging her to the fullest. Realizing her status much later, Beena comes o […]

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The End March 27, 2021

Waves in the oceanrise up once mostwith froth and furythen fall downrecede to the shore. The splutter, the splashthe fall down with a thudare terrific to watch elicitingfear and awe. The first wave of the currentpandemic, a mild infectiontook wings spread acrossthe world turning deadly. Hundreds , thousands, millionssuccumb to the new viruswith the world […] […]

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Discordance March 22, 2021

Living without legsI see through imaginationunable to move. mauledlimbs jut out like stumps. Same as to be sans handsa disability marked, pickand take, write and erasea statehood of constraint Bereft of eyesightdarkness encompassescolours remain unknownfigures equally concealed Loss of smell, good and badan impossibility to breathe inand breathe out, the nos […]

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An Anthem March 21, 2021

Hail to thee, Oh! legsthe ones who carry me bearing all my weight making possible to moveepitome of resilience. Namaskar to the handsthose enable a pick a drop, a write, a push and an embrace symbolizing grace . An applause to the eyeswhich see wanted and unwanted, picturing a caricature of life and worldsynchronizing both. That be to the nose smells fr […]

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Cow March 19, 2021

It is the cowon the roadroams freewith a bellaround the neckkeeps crossingunmindfulof the bikes and carsthat hoot and halt. The cow sauntersmunching the grasslies down in the middleseems a possible speed breakermaking the driversgo round, turning diagonallyreversing to avoid hurtingthe domesticated animalcreating a a disarray. Cows considered sacredby the Hi […]

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