Tell me, you city of resounding solitutude, how many leaves shall fall until I breathe your wintry air again? Because, my trees are replicas, fakes, pinks that could not pass in your skyscraper walls. How I long to be wrapped in their embrace one more, and hear a language that is more sweet song thanContinue reading “Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19”
Like Church, we kneel Like Church, we pray Like Church, we eat Like Church, we sing — but in Hindi, because it is my voice, free to roam the temple, found in hidden corners.
after Jackie Kay’s ‘Lucozade’ Lucozade – fizzy, light, bouncy like the boys who used to drink it. In our school, we had vending machines full of them. But at an all-girls-school no-one wanted to be the fool that got fat from Lucozade. Well, it was too late for me. My stomach was already a bubbleContinue reading “Lucozade | NaPoWriMo #16”
that smell of laundry someone else’s laundry is making its way in through the windows spreading itself in my bedroom like a blanket gently kissing the floor i lay there and close my eyes as my eyelashes gently kiss the rim of my heavy under-eyes.
Today, we played Monopoly. Even in hypothetical terms, I know I’m not cut out to be a landlord. I cried. And I didn’t stop crying, until my dad gave me money to get me out of bankruptcy. I have always been grateful my parents had money, There parents before me did not, but my parentsContinue reading “Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14”
When university tells you classes will be online, It won’t be the first time you’ve heard this. It is early, and of course they are not even there to tell you this in person, But from a cold, voiceless email. And of course, you will smile. Because it sounds like empathy, Because you heard theContinue reading “Online Classes | NaPoWriMo #12”
This time mum told me I am prone to spilling things, What like clumsy? No like beti. Next time he told me I am prone to falling over What like clumsy? No like daydream. Before that I told me, I am prone, to, spilling things So like juice, No like, secrets. This time mum scoldedContinue reading “This time | NaPoWriMo #10”
as dry plants revive when water sits in their lap, i am quenched by sun.
When you need to wear a smile, And it feels like a pair of jeans stuck at your waist-line, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to ground your feet, And it feels like a blender stuck whirring never actually blending, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to close your eyes, AndContinue reading “This too shall pass | NaPoWriMo #8”
To Do List (for a typical day-in-the-life-of-a-poet): • Do write poetry/Don’t avoid writing poetry • Do feel all the feelings/Don’t let the feelings feel you • Do learn about poetry/Don’t forget to grow • Do remember to sleep/Don’t sleep at your desk • Do drink lots of tea/Don’t drink too much tea • Do re-arrangeContinue reading “To Do List | NaPoWriMo #7”