The Unqualified Attitude.

That of culture
even a difference
creates a consequence.

An invitation is a subject
the organising part
discloses the character.

Solicitations from a son
and a daughter is a requisition,
a conventional expression.

A far-flung relative invites a few,
the son visits the rest.
The attitude is unqualified.

Disparity invades.
Discontent permeates.

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Few Miles To Go May 4, 2022

It is always I dostaring and staringso hard and deeptill my eyes fall out. My round eyes stand outthough they are deep set controversial it might bebut it is true. That has become my daily affair looking far into the horizon jumping over hedges and fence over to the infinity. Should I attribute this to age, solitude, or to my […]

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Compulsion April 30, 2022

Very much into the mundanefunds, revenue, haunt medeadlines, commitmentstear me apart,as I recline in exhaustion. Rupee ebbs and fallspromises scare me, I count,calculate, tabulate all through‘the night burning the mid nightoil, My eyes beseech. I keep going with a drive.Unable to remain alertI fall asleep and in the dreamthe currency floats, assurances flyI […]

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I Resemble A Mafia March 2, 2022

Travelling out of towna rarity in the last two yearswhen most of the days I stay homedoing all sorts of activities online. Moved out for a week and a halfthe roads seem new, so do the people walkingwith masks covering the mouth and nosewith distraction, most wearing under the chin. It is life once again […]

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That I am Into March 1, 2022

A break, a long onehad been into many sojournsone overlapping the othersome outsmarting the restmore of them very demandingdriving me mad. With my fingers inside the piemessy and sticky they turnpulling them out will turn a disaster,letting them like that propelsa helplessness, I face bothwith a dilemma, From doing every other thingfeel having done nothingan […]

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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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