Poetry

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 …

I HAVE MY OWN PERSPECTIVE FOR I COME FROM YOU BUT AM NOT OF YOU I AM BORN OF YOUR DEEPEST DESIRE YOUR WHIM, YOUR FANTASY, YOUR FIRE   I SLUMBER WITHIN YOU SOMEWHERE IN YOUR INNERMOST REACHES SOMETIMES I BEAR FRUITION AT OTHERS, I ASSIMILATE FROM WHAT LIFE TEACHES …

If your life is in shambles and things are falling apart, It’s only an indication to begin anew from the start.   If the winds of misfortune are blowing your way, Wait a while before you have your say.   If everything you touch is turning to dust, Don’t panic, …

It’s not easy to let go; To not feel the pain in your soul. It’s not easy to pick yourself up; To dust off, to take another step.   It’s not easy to smile in pain; To not feel alone, not feel strain. It’s not easy to open your heart; …

  When the path ahead is unclear and the going is tough, When the road ahead is strewn with stones rough, Hold my hand and trust my instinct, I’ll take you through life, on to paths distinct.   When you are depressed and are feeling sad When the things around …