Parched

Imagine

It hasn't rained for

A hundred years

And miles and miles of

Golden desert

Are thirsty

For ages

And as the smallest 

Drop of rain

falls from the sky

After a millenium,

Waves of sand

Rise to meet it

Dancing with joy

Delirious with happiness

That a long held,

impossible 

Dream is coming true

au naturale

I like women who are

Simple and natural, he said 

None of the wild red lipstick

And loud laughter for me

So she fastidiously

Stayed away from

Red lipstick

Taking his words to heart and

Even staying away from

Moisturizer, foundation

And refusing to dye her hair

And when she had turned

Into a husk

Before it was time

He found someone

Who spent three hours every day

To perfect the au naturale look

That he loved so much

**

Just a note to say that

Men don't really understand

What they mean when they say

#naturalbeauty

There is no such thing, wierdos

बेहोशी

समय यति कठिन छ कि

होशले काम चल्दैन 

थोरै नशा चाहिएको छ

र समय यति कठिन छ कि

त्यो नशा पनि 

समय सीमामा बाँधिएको छ

मातलाई पनि

डेडलाइन तोकिएको छ

चाँडै होशमा आउ

बेहोशीलाई पनि

बहोश हुने छूट छैन यहाँ

messenger

In a cold, rainy afternoon

Heavy with the promise of rain

The ice builds up in the heart

From early in th morning

Killing all shoots of hope

Of desire and happiness 

and growth

Until you feel you will never leave

The fortress of blankets 

You have built around yourself

Because there us nothing

Worth getting out for

And then you arrive 

With dewdrops clinging 

And shining and glittering

On every little hair on your face

Appearing to be

The snow king incarnate

But actually bringing

All the warmth

To dispel any ice

Cycles

They say society goes in cycles

**

And she who had seen her mother
be so demanding, domineering
and take up a lot of space
physically, psychologically

decide to recede
demanding as little as possible
volunteering to shrink
when other people wanted to expand
taking as little space and time as possible
and silently suffering for it all

gave birth to ravenous daughters
who lived larger than life
and concentrated the energies
of everyone around
and demanded and
pushed and pulled for everything
they deserved and were denied

**

he who was unloved, unattended
responded by giving his children
all that he was denied
minute scrutiny,
miniscule enquiries
micro management,
precautions and safety nets
solicitous attention
at all public places

and she who felt smothered
wished she had more of a leeway
more of a space to do her own things
hating him staying up for her
when she was late
dreading the insistent phone calls
and the strident tones of conversations
raised her children with a cool equidistance
trying to give them freedom, privacy
and everything they needed to

gave birth to children who
longed for a little bit more care
for a warm embrace when they got back home
for a worried frown when they fell down
for a frantic phone call when they were late
and for people to stay up for hours
to celebrate or mourn
every little detail of life with them
children who longed for
just little bit more of demonstration
to feel that they were loved