POEM

A flame
Sits on my palm
Gently tames,
A flame
Calls me
To wag my tongue
Against inequality;

It was in his arms were she forgot about her existence!
Was it unadulterated love?
I think it was.
She was transformed to someone else ….
Maybe her true self ?
But, it was all for good!

Anamnesis Reetoopan Kaushik Take me back to that hamlet of mine Where the solitary Xewali still showers Where the kids still sing

Let us be the
Desert
Unquenchable
Vast
Mysterious
Unconquerable amazing
Beautiful

Despair was on the epoch of an aching soul
Desires left her home antiquity
The flames of fire kept her room warm and windows open
Her dry lips and grey hairs were waves of agony…

You Fall You Rise
Please Take Your Time and Be Wise
You keep it Forward, Up and Back
Don’t Let Yourself Go Off The Track

A matter of comparing
My friends say I write poetry
I say it’s just rubbish commentary.
It’s just that I try to be funny.

The world will rage and heave and thrash
But within you my child
Is the blood and pain of a
Thousand mothers….

Ever felt your heart flutter?
And you could gather not, what set it off…

What if the mirror was a canvas!
It could wipe all the scars inflicted thus for being a girl,
I could paint her as humane,
Instead of branding her as a dependant forever…