Traveling-it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. – Ibn Batuta The first stirrings of impatience are starting to grow Within me, making me restless, and I fully know Why this is happening-grounded I have been For longer than usual, therefore I am keen To spread my proverbial wings and fly away From theContinue reading “The Lure of Travel”
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What’s in a name?
This poem is for all folks with difficult and unique names that are mispronounced and misspelt, and those immigrants whose names are distorted I saw it, I heard it yet again Mutilated, distorted, bent Once more I winced in pain Though it was all inadvertent My name- of my identity the bearer Carelessly tossed on tonguesContinue reading “What’s in a name?”
Family Lore
“We are all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.” Unknown Languishing at my parents’ home on a spring afternoon Praying the schizophrenic weather would end soon I rummaged through the attic, damp and cold, Risking illness by coming in contact with mold Searching for inspiration in objects hidden In the folds ofContinue reading “Family Lore”
Desert
A desert is a place without expectation. NADINE GORDIMER, Telling Times Stark, limitless, unforgiving Harsh, austere, terrorizing Marked by crystal silence Life declaring its presence In the form of skeletons preserved Under the undulating dunes submerged Sand stretched out in myriad shades Interrupted by a few random blades Of burnt grass, or a solitary tree TheContinue reading “Desert”
The Patient
I looked up my next patient’s chart on the computer A twenty year old, with her life ahead of her Not the usual age group I treat, I thought The young women are just anxious, more often than not Their hearts are fine, and all they usually need Is reassurance that they are healthy indeedContinue reading “The Patient”
Lost in migration
In this world there is no action That you can take without repercussion Whatever path you happen to choose You win some, and some you lose So when I made a leap across the ocean A mixed bag I got with immigration There were many gains, I cannot deny But some poignant losses darken myContinue reading “Lost in migration”
Esoteric art
Browsing through art exhibits I found I was always searching around For the artist’s interpretation to comprehend The painting, for many times I could not even pretend To understand what the spread of colors signified It appeared to be a secret code to which access was denied Nor do I find abstract art visually appealing Might be tooContinue reading “Esoteric art”
Something new every day..
On a steamy afternoon in the summer Steeped in soporific languor Sprawled on the bed, bored out of my mind Searching for some inspiration, I did find For healthy living, a unique recommendation- For the body and the mind’s stimulation Try something new everyday; move out Of your comfort zone, and take a new route. This idea,Continue reading “Something new every day..”
Walking to explore
This poem is based on actual experiences of traveling alone through cities. I like to wander through the streets alone, and see as much of the city as I can.. Using the most primitive form of transportation I explore the city, walking around with some trepidation Armed with a map, and a willingness To ask forContinue reading “Walking to explore”
History
“History is the sum total of things that could have been avoided.”- Konrad Adenaur Weighed down by the burden Of an unimaginative, rote-based curriculum Learning historical facts appeared to me The grandest exercise in futility- Yesterday was dead; it did not make sense To spend time on the past, in the presence Of exciting eventsContinue reading “History”
Mesmerized by Marble
“THE MARBLE NOT YET CARVED CAN HOLD THE FORM OF EVERY THOUGHT THE GREATEST ARTIST HAS.” Michaelangelo Just another variety of a rock, some might say- Not quite, I would beg to differ any day To me, a piece of marble does symbolize Virgin beauty, pure, without a vice A sculptor’s dream, an architect’s delight Fashioned intoContinue reading “Mesmerized by Marble”
Mom, I promise
I promise you, Mom that I shall be The woman of substance you’d like me To be- I have you for inspiration, don’t forget Though my past might be dotted with some regrets I promise you with age wisdom I acquire The more of life I see, the more I require To look back atContinue reading “Mom, I promise”
Passion...unbridled 