Poetry

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound; life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found. She held her baby close, her heart aflutter eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter. Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage, she stood up; erect, proud in carriage. Yes! she …

On a road less traveled, a road that I had taken I met a fellow Traveler, hidden feelings he did awaken. We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust. “What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten …

Life keeps throwing me stones and I keep finding the diamonds; For in my bosom I nurture hope, my heart surges with optimism. Be it a torrid tempest or a day that has been deluged I still sail the rough seas, chart my own course to bridge any chasm. Over …

I sat where it is birthed, the mighty Ganges As it spews forth from the mountain ranges The waters were white & crystal clear, After being released from mother Earth’s lair. The vista was surreal, with scenic hue changes. The river sprang forth in splendorous form Breaking many an age …

Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman – Kali, Durga or more? Bathed in translucence, from the fire that burned within, She stepped off of her pyre and breathed in her strength. He thought he had slain her for she had …

To my martyred father, my proudest salute. I shall not shed a tear. I shall not cry. I am resolute. To my anguished and widowed Mother I say, “Mother, wipe your tears. Do not cry. Nay!” Hold your head high and keep walking on tall My Father died defending his …

Take not from me the solitude of the morning; The joy of sleeping an extra half hour. Leave the shades be, the curtains fallen; I don’t want to partake in the sun’s power. Let me sleep a bit more in restful slumber; My life is chaotic, as such, at best. …

This poem is an ode to the indefatigable spirit of the farmer woman. These strong women are praiseworthy in their own right. Their unflagging labour nourishes us. Standing side by side with their farmer men, these women toil endlessly in the fields and at home and yet go unsung. Born …

Wake up my child, my wee bundle of joy Wake up my heart, my breath, my boy. Wake up now for the world is calling Wake up now as my hopes are falling.   Wake up now and cry out aloud Wake up, my baby, make me a mum proud. …

The lonesome sailboat went out today To battle, the wind and the sea’s waves. A tiny body, it has, of wood All brown and baked as the earth’s crust; And a massive red, cloth sail Always, at war with the gusty wind. The lonesome sailor, rides the high seas His …