The Blunt

The way politicians make money.

Blunt is the brain

feeble and fragile it deigns

greatness seen in a feign

that is how leaders reign

oscillate they to gain

blessed they are with rain

that come with no srain

it being monetary in main.

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Not to Take The Call –3 Lines January 25, 2022

Going about in a taskingrealize it is a maskingdecide not worth the asking.

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My Girl January 23, 2022

Wish I had a girlhair falling in a curleyes shining like a pearl. I dress up one of my boys who walks with poiseguffawing with a noise,

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There I Am At Home January 22, 2022

Having been at home for almost two years I have no thought of how I look A saree goes around me fully starched and ironedgives me a comical image -a stuffed puppet. My white strands of hair have become dominant perched high on the head gifts me a matronly poise. Of recent, I starch my blouse which remains stiff tending not to get crushed, posing l […]

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I Fix The Door bolt January 20, 2022

I stand on my toes to put the latch in place. it slips, comes down. I raise my toes a little. the latch seems merciless falls down with a creak, I have to fix the onebefore going to bed.Eyeing a low stoolI feel I have hit a bonanza,drag it to the place try to get on it. No matter how […]

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A Wait January 19, 2022

A day of waitthe one from nearthe other from dear. Both are to comethe tag with business prolongsthe link with relation pulls along. it is anxiety that takes controla fruitful turn meaning a definitecould bring rewards infinite. Pacing up and down’restlessness settlesuncertainity nettles. I sit unmovedwith fingers crossedeyebrows twitched. A message flashesr […]

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Travelling With Humiliations January 18, 2022

it is Hema, I heargrumbling,“It is not my mistake , not my mistake, anyway,” on and one she goes. Cannot find any mistakes. I am worried as she gesticulates, sobs, finally spills out, “born dark is not a sin”.Do I hear her right? Thrown out by the girl’s hurtI take a quick look at mine.More or less the same […]

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It Is Pongal January 14, 2022

Rituals and customs turn back breaking,It is Pongal, A decade backit was differentage was beside, help was in abundance. It turns out to be an one woman show, Pongal in the courtyard earthen pots and mud stoves,firewood, and decorations, curries and broths being almost nine in count clubbed with the auspicious, timings make me pant, The day before resolved […]

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Siblings January 10, 2022

I say one of a reckon,he replies a maize or sweet corn,expressing a scorn Another one is bornbeing christened as Omicronmilder mutation that darns, comes not alonewith a sibling in tone’called as Deltacron. Dawn sees hundredsdusk sees a floodof thousands instead. The rise turns magicalspread remains inimicalvariants of Covid typical.

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I wish January 9, 2022

Wishes remain wishesseeing snow, the fluffy ballwhite and coldnumbing the fingerslying like a white rollon the terrain. The other oneto see the worldeating whatevercomes in my wayovercoming the feelof nausea and distastei experience, Could these two be possiblein my lifetime? I ask,being me who is to blamedislikes out number the likescarrying along a quaints […]

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The Devil In Me January 8, 2022

A little patience, heart commandsa pause instructs my mind.I pay no attention,it is now and at oncecommence with a bang, Turning at times hystericallike a mad dog,I wag my tongueharsh and rudelike a hungry tiger. Blood shot eyes,expressive of indignationenhance my seethingtemper and I appearmore or less like a devil.

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