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Ode to a saree

(Image:Raja Ravi Verma’s painting- Shakuntala stops to look back) (source-wikipedia) Six yards of intricately woven design The epitome of Indian woman define A bewitching piece of fabric like no other A saree is more than an attire for cover- Woven into its unique aesthetic pattern Is a stupendous wealth of information The thread, the weave, theContinue reading “Ode to a saree”

I am

For years I looked for a yardstick around To measure my worth against, certain that once found Steps I could take to bring myself higher Up to the standards to which I did aspire As a woman I was expected to be Invested in my outer beauty Growing up steeped in the collective conscious OfContinue reading “I am”

Workaholism

In this world where everyone tries to be perfect One certain way to gather universal respect Seems to be to spend long hours at work Leave the office early, and even if you don’t shirk Any responsibility, you would still be perceived As irresponsible and lazy, since it’s widely believed Staying late is tantamount to being industrious It portraysContinue reading “Workaholism”

Merit in procrastination

We have been taught from childhood days That the early bird catches the worm always So faced with an assignment we try to Get cracking on it right away, without ado We try to finish it and think no further Once the task is completed we don’t have to bother Success comes to those whoContinue reading “Merit in procrastination”

Restless..

My mind often wanders restlessly Tangled thoughts stretch endlessly While I find it difficult to define What actually rankles this soul of mine- Whatever I do never seems enough I feel impoverished in the midst of stuff I long to journey into lands distant Challenge everything to which society is resistant Create something beautiful and exquisite Carve anContinue reading “Restless..”

Dress-up

(Image sourcehttp://wheretoget.it/link/1244340) I had heard that you could be Anything that you wanted to be Provided you were sufficiently smart To dress appropriately for the part- As a young woman brimming with ambition I believed this saying and had a vision Of me achieving professional success Clad in an expensive designer dress While the formerContinue reading “Dress-up”

To my younger self

If I could go back in time and be an advisor To my younger self, now that I am wiser I know the first thing I would do Is teach her that she is beautiful too For this is how myself I now perceive But it would be hard to make her believe That theContinue reading “To my younger self”

An idea

He had an idea quite unconventional In a conservative environment, quite radical Ridiculed by all, projected to be A colossal failure, most certainly His family and friends expressed great concern Over his maverick ways, certain he would burn All of his meager savings in a flash Foolish it was to drown in this way hisContinue reading “An idea”

Drowning in excess

It seems to me that nowadays Most of us on most days Deal with excess in many ways Shuffling through a meaningless maze Of stuff- material goods of wide variety, Information on things affecting our society Food and wine to challenge sobriety- Excess everywhere-provoking anxiety.. ** While paradoxically, mostly everywhere There is a shortage of timeContinue reading “Drowning in excess”

The Exclamation Mark

Teaching my five year old one day To write sentences the proper way I asked him to end his sentence With a period, as would make sense He protested saying that he was excited So he would use an exclamation mark, he decided After that, any attempt to persuade him was futile He was excitedContinue reading “The Exclamation Mark”

Intuition

You contradict everything I say You use logic to demonstrate your way Where I come from, you may not know I have no tangible evidence to show But my gut instinct guides me always My intuition with me always stays So I can sense when things are not right This uncanny ability prepares me forContinue reading “Intuition”

Memory, the trickster

Memories are the architecture of our identity- Unknown Memories seared on the inside of my brain Recalled like a dormant pain, time and again Layered with the dust of distorted perception They play tricks on my mind, in clever deception Make me reminisce over past experiences In a new light, rekindle my quiescent senses Embellished enoughContinue reading “Memory, the trickster”