Monday, August 08, 2022

The Pursuit of Joy


I need a dose of daily joy
Like tonic for my soul
Like Fevikwik for broken parts
that makes me feel so whole
No matter how bad it gets
Always keep handy a vice
A time-out from your daily grind
And that’s my best advice
It need not be a vice you know
Just something that is special
A sunset, a bath, a phone call
to buttress-harness-trestle
Happiness is hard
Too many parameters at play
Difficult to evoke at will
Impossible to make it stay
But good ol’ joy ain’t that way
It’s like instant noodles
Boil it stir it slurp it
Dopamine in oodles
Yes yes do fix your life
In big and lasting ways
But keep a minute for dear old joy
It’ll keep the blues at bay

Sunday, August 07, 2022

What being a woman means


To be a woman
Is to see no difference
And treat myself as such
To hold myself
To the same expectations
Inside the house and outside
To make the first move
To punch above my weight
To stand tall even in a sea of giants
To see the extra layers
And teach myself not to cringe
Someone’s learning by watching me
To let the son know it’s ok to cry
Important to nurture
Necessary to ask
To think no ill
Especially of other women
Whose shoes I haven’t walked in
But to carry the weight
Atlas-like, for all women
I cannot shrug.
For my sisters and daughters
And certainly for my son
I will define who women are

Love is a verb


Love is this and that
So we are told
It will happen to you they say
And we are totally sold
So great is this thing
It will change you my friend
You will feel all the feels
For all of time till it ends
Happiness will be yours
When this manna does drop
You will harvest forever
This bountiful crop
So imagine my surprise
when this promised land
turned out to be a mirage
of an oasis in the sand
Love is not a thing
Love is not a thing
It’s not fate or fact
I daresay I now know
That love is an act
Love is an action
Made of many tiny beats
of care, of caresses
of attentions on repeat
it’s a smile when you’re tired
a kindness when you’re beat
it’s to hold an umbrella
amidst the blazing heat
it’s a decision that you make
and renew on every day
to be an anchor and a safeguard
a refuge in stormy bays
to take the bad with the good
the ugly with the smooth
somedays it’s a struggle
and that’s the simple truth
Nevertheless, you climb that hill
not only for the view
for the company, the conversations
and no one else will do
It may not be easy
and many-splendored every day
love is work
a resolution to stay
So, yes, it’s fabulous and fine
And all very superb
But one must remember
That love is a verb

Tuesday, March 08, 2022

Be half a woman

I wish a wish

on your behalf

that on this day

you get to be half


Half as driven

Half as intent

Half as amazing

50% percent


Be less

have fewer still,

tasks to do

goals to fulfil


Be a one-tasker

why not I say

one must experience

this too for a day


Go lock yourself

in a room or such

a retreat they call it

not asking for much


Shakespeare did it

(Austen could not)

did the kids eat

was never bethought


And when those kids walk in

look another way

run if you must

go quick I say


Run like the wind

no sweat no worry

lie low think nothing

be ordinary


Be ordinary

a standard issue human

oh and barf at anyone

calling you super-woman


Be half a woman


Be half a woman

for a full day

it won’t be easy

but try it today


#womensday2022

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Gehraaiyan


What does it take
To go from blurry lines
to stygian blind
- a pinch of color
Of the wrong kind
A squeeze,
a hint
of looming chill
an undulating road
deceptively downhill
we move around
with masks on
facades of civility
quickly shorn
quick to crack
like crème brulee
to reveal the horrors
we keep at bay
the slope is slippery
the soul is mud
for cunning craftsmen
to mould with blood
to tattoo with needles
with poisonous tips
our dark fates
in hellish scripts
history has shown
many times over
tis true it’s true
and so what must
we do
fight today
the minor tweaks
the casual stripping
the harmless leaks
to snip and nip
this thing in the bud
this evil out there
but also in our own blood

Horcruxes

 

I have many bottles
they sit on a shelf
they are quite pretty
I made them myself
They hold different things
some fizz some settle
some yearn to be let out
like steam from a kettle
I will free them one day
let them fly float fall
vanish like the mist
or take over it all
Just not now my sweets
now’s not the time
not for a little while more
it is not a crime
it is not a crime
I am just too busy
there are things to be done
no time to be dizzy
With laughter and sorrow
loneliness and glee
I will feel you tomorrow
I will. You will see
I will feel every feeling
every last one of you
let you rain over me
and soak me through and through
You must have patience
and wait for that day
till then you are safe
till then you’re okay
And I am okay too
..
I have many bottles
They sit on a shelf
They are horcruxes actually
Parts of my self