tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126485095350295442024-03-13T09:42:01.838-07:00diteezpoemsditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-68487882312230169742024-01-25T02:56:00.002-08:002024-01-25T02:56:09.189-08:00Ephemeral There was a time<div>When I used to feel</div><div>That life was just beginning</div><div>All the time, I felt</div><div>There is so much to explore</div><div>Back in my spring</div><div>And my summer</div><div>That lasted eons</div><div><br></div><div>I guess now,</div><div>Autumn has set in</div><div>And I fear how little time</div><div>I have left</div><div>To savor, to enjoy</div><div>All that the world has to offer</div><div><br></div><div>On a chilled, foggy day</div><div>Walking the frosted streets</div><div>All by myself</div><div>Wrapped up in my own thoughts</div><div><br></div><div>I lament</div><div>How late</div><div>I discovered</div><div>The joy</div><div>Of such days</div><div>The oneness</div><div>That gloom brings</div><div>The way it draws you</div><div>Unto yourself</div><div>And concentrates your essense</div><div>Inside, within</div><div><br></div><div>And so little time,</div><div>So little</div><div>To enjoy days like this</div><div>To enjoy</div><div>Thoughts</div><div>Bubbling</div><div>And percolating</div><div><br></div><div>Life, so magnified</div><div>When you stop living</div><div>On the fast lane</div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-85616756733654382142024-01-25T02:49:00.002-08:002024-01-25T02:49:44.985-08:00It's all personal They say you shouldn't<div>Take things personally</div><div><br></div><div>And yet</div><div>If I smile</div><div>Through your rejection</div><div>Of me</div><div><br></div><div>Then who am I</div><div><br></div><div>What kind of monster am I</div><div><br></div><div>What do I have </div><div>To smile about anyway</div><div><br></div><div>If you do not smile</div><div>Back at me</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-39285648195248193272023-12-14T06:23:00.002-08:002023-12-14T06:23:04.033-08:00StarlightHungry<div>For a flash of starlight</div><div>A bit of a grass and flowers</div><div>Forest and trees</div><div>Swimming in a </div><div>River of moonlight</div><div>Grey and glowing</div><div>Silver and shining</div><div>With the wind blowing</div><div>And the cold biting</div><div><br></div><div>Hungry </div><div>For a bit of myself</div><div>One with the universe</div><div>And none else</div><div><br></div><div>Hungry</div><div>For some solitude</div><div>So rare</div><div>Amidst </div><div>The honk of horns</div><div>The dust of tyres</div><div>And the glare of garishes</div><div><br></div><div>Hungry</div><div>For firelight and music</div><div>Chatter and glitter</div><div>Festivals and feasts</div><div>Rituals and rites</div><div>That only happen </div><div>In the night</div><div>By the moon or stars</div><div>And bind the soul</div><div>Like no sun can</div><div><br></div><div>Hungry</div><div>For the</div><div>Singing and swaying</div><div>Musing and reflecting</div><div>Basking and soaking</div><div>Drowning and flowing</div><div>That can only happen</div><div>When you lay</div><div>Your buzzing thoughts</div><div>Your chores and your worries</div><div>Your tasks and your ties</div><div>To rest with the sun</div><div>And come</div><div>Free and unencumbered</div><div>Ready to immerse</div><div>In the night</div><div><br></div><div>So simple</div><div>And so unattainable </div><div><br></div><div>In the next birth,</div><div>Perhaps</div><div>I might enjoy some</div><div><br></div><div>Or perhaps it is</div><div>Lost </div><div>To previous births</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-46972977798688060552023-10-19T08:31:00.002-07:002023-10-19T08:31:54.493-07:00Of suns and sunflowersI never doubted<div>That I would be</div><div>The sun to</div><div>Your sunflower</div><div><br></div><div>Alas</div><div>That I am </div><div>Only meant to be</div><div>Your sunflower</div><div>While you gaze</div><div>At another sun </div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-73608734367787807722023-10-16T10:07:00.002-07:002023-10-16T10:07:47.062-07:00Whose leisure?Amazing that<div>Men </div><div>Who have </div><div>Nothing to talk about</div><div>Other than politics</div><div>And how drunk they were</div><div>In different phases of life</div><div>Have all the time</div><div>And all the money</div><div>To sit around and </div><div>Pontificate</div><div>To coffee and cake </div><div>In the morning</div><div>And raksi and sitan</div><div>In the evening</div><div><br></div><div>While the women</div><div>Who have </div><div>The entire life</div><div>To talk about</div><div>Have neither the time</div><div>To talk</div><div>Nor people to talk with</div><div>Let alone the money</div><div>To buy coffee and raksi </div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-69015522559883837182023-10-02T08:03:00.002-07:002023-10-02T08:03:17.086-07:00Forgiveness I need to learn from myself <div>To forgive people</div><div>And talk and laugh with them</div><div>In minutes</div><div><br></div><div>The way I forgive my daughter</div><div>And laugh with her</div><div>Immediately after she says</div><div>Sorry. Hundaina</div><div>And blows me a kiss</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-78706725631151161672023-09-24T11:47:00.002-07:002023-09-24T11:47:41.299-07:00Of patience in the face of painIn vain do the men praise Karna<div>Who gritted hus teeth and bore </div><div>The pain of an insect bite</div><div>As his preceptor slept on his bite</div><div><br></div><div>In vain do they praise him</div><div>For something</div><div>A mother does</div><div>Several times a day</div><div><br></div><div>And ask her how a night passes</div><div>With the baby's teeth and mouth</div><div>Glued to the softest, most delicate</div><div>Part of her body</div><div>Its nails curled around it protectively</div><div>Each ready to bite and cut and lash</div><div>As the mother</div><div>Supine</div><div>Tries this position and that</div><div>A back curved</div><div>An arm pressed</div><div>Hair pulled</div><div>Legs bent and squashed</div><div>All so that </div><div>The baby doesn't wake</div><div><br></div><div>And if she is lucky</div><div>This happens</div><div>Only once a night</div><div>For two years</div><div><br></div><div>Until another baby</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-48857292672426362602023-09-14T10:04:00.002-07:002023-09-14T10:04:44.857-07:00A wet walkIt is very recently<div>That I was introduced</div><div>To the pleasures of</div><div>Walking in the rain</div><div>If it can be called pleasure</div><div><br></div><div>Not the warm, sprinkly,</div><div>Romantic, Bollywood kind</div><div><br></div><div>But the grim, wet, cold kind</div><div>That leads you</div><div>Into yourself</div><div><br></div><div>I imagine going off</div><div>Under an umbrella</div><div>Getting slightly wet</div><div>Ruminating, imploding</div><div>Thoughts becoming</div><div>More and more dense</div><div>In the limitation, suffocation</div><div>Imposed by isolation</div><div><br></div><div>Wisps forming into threads</div><div>And threads weaving into braids</div><div>Or forming tapesteries</div><div>Showing me </div><div>Strange new patterns</div><div>Unprecedented and unseen</div><div>Beautiful and unexpected </div><div><br></div><div>Sights that would </div><div>Never have appeared</div><div>Without that specific moment</div><div>And which will always</div><div>Stay with you </div><div>The rarity of their discovery</div><div>Startling you evermore</div><div><br></div><div>And I think of</div><div>How late I discovered</div><div>All this</div><div><br></div><div>And how little time </div><div>I have left now</div><div>To explore it</div><div><br></div><div>Just thirty years, maybe</div><div>So little, so little</div><div><br></div><div>It makes me brace up</div><div>And learn to treat</div><div>Every occasion</div><div>With the intensity</div><div>Deserving</div><div>Of its rarity </div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-42985251185314162822023-09-14T09:53:00.002-07:002023-09-14T09:53:35.818-07:00Moulting Sometimes,<div>I think of the things</div><div>I worried so much about</div><div>Clenching my teeth</div><div>Not sleeping</div><div>Getting myself in a royal funk</div><div><br></div><div>And wonder</div><div>Why I bothered</div><div><br></div><div>It's so light</div><div>Without the burdens</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-71682832874103358392023-09-06T04:06:00.002-07:002023-09-06T04:06:01.861-07:00The eyeWhen the hurricane<div>That is regular life</div><div>Threatens to pull me</div><div>In a thousand different directions</div><div><br></div><div>I am trying to remind myself</div><div>That</div><div>The center of the hurricane</div><div>The eye around which</div><div>The storm revolves</div><div>At break-neck speed</div><div>Is perfectly still</div><div><br></div><div>It is difficult to remember</div><div>Every time</div><div>But</div><div><br></div><div>You must keep it together,</div><div>Woman</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-23044444527012088492023-08-26T10:11:00.002-07:002023-08-26T10:11:45.629-07:00What is healingBut the acceptance<div>That you will always hurt</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-65954940452088226922023-08-20T22:06:00.002-07:002023-08-20T22:06:53.077-07:00Everything Is happening in your mind ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-28124018746039643452023-08-12T09:11:00.002-07:002023-08-12T09:11:56.576-07:00To see the world Complacent in the inertia<div>Of your life</div><div>You take a step outside</div><div>Spend a day</div><div>In a completely alien environment</div><div>See life at a right angle to yours</div><div>Contemplate</div><div>Ruminate</div><div>Have epiphanies</div><div>The ripples of which</div><div>Last your lifetime</div><div><br></div><div>And even years later</div><div>When you look back</div><div>The day shines like a gem</div><div>In a string of mundane</div><div>Nondescript days</div><div>Still sloughing off</div><div>Meaning after meaning</div><div><br></div><div>And you realize</div><div>What it means</div><div>To step outside</div><div>Of your comfort zone</div><div><br></div><div>And start doing it more</div><div><br></div><div>Until</div><div>You spend</div><div>So many years</div><div>On the road</div><div>That that becomes your life</div><div>And you have nothing</div><div>To go back</div><div>No complacence</div><div>No such thing</div><div>As the regular</div><div>The average or the base</div><div><br></div><div>What is the balance?</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-26413878735464666812023-08-12T09:05:00.002-07:002023-08-12T09:05:17.163-07:00Downhill Everything looked well<div>And she had</div><div>All the comforts</div><div>She could have asked her</div><div><br></div><div>Only that her dreams</div><div>Were only of</div><div>Walking</div><div>Spiralling</div><div>Sliding</div><div>Falling</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-51896492912284898762023-07-15T04:17:00.002-07:002023-07-15T04:17:46.896-07:00LuxuryThe greatest luxury<div>Is a person</div><div>Who listens to you</div><div>Keeps tabs</div><div>And doesn't judge you</div><div>Day after day</div><div><br></div><div>Helps you join, </div><div>Connect, pleat, weave,</div><div>Decipher, understand,</div><div>Denouement (as a verb)</div><div>The disparate threads</div><div>That make up your life</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-87336514761310482122023-07-15T04:15:00.002-07:002023-07-15T04:15:28.680-07:00My freedom Sometimes<div>Freedom might look like</div><div>Wearing shorts</div><div>- Not allowed in decent company -</div><div>In the bedroom</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-21040835763640056792023-07-12T00:07:00.002-07:002023-07-12T00:07:24.048-07:00A drizzleToday,<div>I let my daughter</div><div>Get wet in the drizzle</div><div><br></div><div>There was so much against it</div><div>That she might catch a cold</div><div>A viral fever</div><div>A pneumonia</div><div>Oh, in fact</div><div>That's all</div><div>When I was thinking of it</div><div>As a hundred-mouthed hydra</div><div><br></div><div>But yeah,</div><div>There is that much against it</div><div>And the dozen people</div><div>Who will simulate</div><div>A hundred-mouthed hydra</div><div><br></div><div>And what do we have FOR it</div><div>Except</div><div>A child confined indoor</div><div>For several days</div><div>A warm summer day despite the</div><div>Threat of a downpour </div><div><br></div><div>A laugh, a skip</div><div>A sense of wonder</div><div>As the first, tiny,</div><div>Almost warm</div><div>Droplet</div><div>Hits her delicate skin</div><div>A discovery</div><div>That those roiling masses</div><div>Of dark nothings overhead</div><div>Can send moisture</div><div>Blessed little droplets of ambrosia</div><div>Hurtling down through the atmosphere</div><div>All the way up to your skin</div><div><br></div><div>So I let her</div><div>Dance a bit</div><div>Before she scurries</div><div>Back inside</div><div>Into the shade</div><div>Of the shop</div><div><br></div><div>A surprise, an awe</div><div>An intent concentration</div><div>As the sprinkle</div><div>Turns to a drizzle</div><div>I open the umbrella</div><div>And I haul her up on my hip</div><div>As we walk back homr</div><div>And she hears, </div><div>Perhaps so close for the first time </div><div>The pitter-patter of rain</div><div>As it hammers down </div><div>On the umbrella</div><div>And sprays out in all directions</div><div><br></div><div>A sense of adventure</div><div>All the first experiences</div><div>Are adventures</div><div>No matter how mundane</div><div>They are to adults</div><div>So yes, a sense of adventure</div><div>As she reaches out</div><div>From under the umbrella</div><div>Catches a few droplets</div><div>On her outstretched palms</div><div>And exclaims</div><div>The rain! The water!</div><div>It reached me!</div><div><br></div><div>Yes, she got</div><div>The cuffs of her</div><div>(Monsoon-protection)</div><div>Light-but-full-sleeved top</div><div>Wet </div><div><br></div><div>But then,</div><div>I listen to the words</div><div>Tumbling out in haste</div><div>Almost as if</div><div>They wouldn't make sense</div><div>If you don't know what to listen for</div><div><br></div><div>The rain! The water!</div><div>It reached me!</div><div><br></div><div>And I think,</div><div>That's a good deal</div><div><br></div><div>And</div><div>Just as well,</div><div>The Hundred-mouthed hydra</div><div>Does not read my blog!</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-19520446365379572382023-07-10T10:15:00.002-07:002023-07-10T10:15:08.086-07:00The fearIs not that<div>The marriage will be</div><div>Coerced</div><div><br></div><div>The fear is that</div><div>She will end up like her mother</div><div>Overloaded</div><div>Working double shift</div><div>Taken for granted</div><div>Unappreciated</div><div>Unloved</div><div><br></div><div>And yet</div><div>Forced to smile</div><div>Through it all</div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-58493295986344478532023-07-07T01:32:00.002-07:002023-07-07T01:32:51.565-07:00Love?To want<div>Everything the best</div><div>For you</div><div>To do</div><div>Everything I can</div><div>To help you have it</div><div><br></div><div>And yet</div><div><br></div><div>To not</div><div>Want to be with you</div><div><br></div><div>Is that still love?</div><div><br></div><div>(Maybe Love is a superstition.</div><div>A prayer we say to keep </div><div>The thought of loneliness at bay.</div><div>- shadow and bone)</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-76606125753132134402023-06-18T11:51:00.002-07:002023-06-18T11:51:53.177-07:00Tree barkThe night<div>Just a reminder that</div><div>As long as I can hallucinate</div><div>While my eyes </div><div>Scan from right to left</div><div>Moving from the top </div><div>To the bottom</div><div>Of marked out tree bark</div><div>(Or the modern version of it)</div><div><br></div><div>I can stave off</div><div>The loneliness </div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-76579876683067519422023-06-15T20:13:00.002-07:002023-06-15T20:13:43.862-07:00And what are youWithout your secret shame?ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-75207323756303642382023-05-29T19:18:00.002-07:002023-05-29T19:18:26.877-07:00Where are the girlsThere is a new pond <div>In my.neighbourhood<div>Several, actually </div></div><div><br></div><div>Something of a revival</div><div>A restoration</div><div>Of old springs that used to be</div><div><br></div><div>Dug up before they are</div><div>Buried by houses</div><div>That would have inevitably sprouted</div><div>If the place was left alone</div><div>As a bushy swamp</div><div><br></div><div>And now the ponds look beautiful</div><div>Surrounded by walls of</div><div>Traditional-looking</div><div>Orange bricks</div><div>Some carved stone spouts</div><div>And some beautiful structures</div><div><br></div><div>I take in all the beauty</div><div>All the serenity that comes with water</div><div>As I walk around the perimeter</div><div>Wishing there I was pond-view cafe</div><div>Where I could sit and work</div><div><br></div><div>And then I hear the splash</div><div>And see what's causing it</div><div>Boys</div><div>Six seven eight nine ten years old</div><div>Taking a dip</div><div>Into the green, algae filled water</div><div>Getting some coolness</div><div>On this parching hot day</div><div>Some take laps around the pool</div><div>Spme just fooling around</div><div>Some naked some partially</div><div><br></div><div>I enjoy their joy</div><div>Their happiness</div><div>Their facility of enjoying</div><div>Public structures</div><div>And I enjoy theur ability</div><div>To take off their clothes</div><div>And out it back on</div><div>In public, at leisure</div><div><br></div><div>I contemplate</div><div>On this happy moment</div><div>As I think</div><div>Is it allowed?</div><div>But of course, </div><div>It belongs to them,</div><div>I think again</div><div><br></div><div>And then</div><div>The thought</div><div>Buzzing</div><div>At the back of my mind</div><div>Grows louder and louder</div><div>Until I can no longer ignore it</div><div><br></div><div>WHERE ARE THE GIRLS?</div><div><br></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-86033237671212627502023-05-28T21:35:00.001-07:002023-05-28T21:36:01.608-07:00PretendNot to care<div><br><div>But at the back of your mind</div><div>Whirring</div><div>Buzzing </div><div><span style="font-size: 1.25em;">Are dialogues</span></div><div>Responses</div><div>Come backs</div><div>To</div><div>Whatever you said</div><div>Doesn't matter </div></div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-26994076860941720582023-05-11T21:34:00.002-07:002023-05-11T21:34:21.388-07:00LightnessAlso comes with<div>Throwing the baby</div><div>Out with the bathwater</div><div><br></div><div>Great not to care</div><div>About things</div><div>That drag you down</div><div>And drown you</div><div><br></div><div>But how do you retain</div><div>The care of</div><div>Things you do need to</div><div>Care about</div><div><br></div><div>Things that make you happy</div><div>And heal you</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812648509535029544.post-44852088778350865212023-05-11T21:32:00.002-07:002023-05-11T21:32:21.908-07:00Shedding How light it feels<div>To shed </div><div>All the burdens</div><div>Of care</div><div><br></div><div>To simply not care</div>ditihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15366110572879387994noreply@blogger.com0