As the tedium of an insipid existence Threatened to wear me down one day I realized my self-imposed insistence On a rigid routine could bring trouble my way Of monotony, I’d read, one should beware The mother of all deadly sins it can be I see how it can catch someone unaware, Presenting a distorted perceptionContinue reading “Peril of monotony”
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Spiced up
All the perfumes of Arabia Will never even come close To the fragrance of Indian spices Packed in a pinch-like dose.. Memories are wrapped in spices Each spice has a unique association Emotions each spice evokes in me Causing from my present a dissociation, Transporting me to a mystical land Where food is an expression of culture PreparationContinue reading “Spiced up”
The prejudiced
They had, on everything an opinion, A book of standards against which to measure No deviation from rules could they envision This strict adherence was something they did treasure From the way one should look and dress Down to the shade of skin that was acceptable Only the right mannerisms could impress Them, after all theyContinue reading “The prejudiced”
The illusion of tomorrow
Definition of “tomorrow”- A mystical land where 99% of all human productivity, motivation and achievement is stored. (Source-pinterest) So I can do this tomorrow- I told myself as I went to bed I have tasks from today lined up in a row I will complete them tomorrow instead.. Whispered my inner voice, ever polite DoContinue reading “The illusion of tomorrow”
Homecoming
“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.” Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Throughout the maelstrom of adolescence I could not wait to break free and explore The world beyond home, in all its resplendence Shone in my star-struck eyes that longed for more ** Towards adulthood I marched withContinue reading “Homecoming”
The Introvert
Maybe I am quirky, please let me be Crowds tend to scare me, please hear my plea The island of misfit toys may be where I belong Happily I’ll go there, if you think I am wrong To stay by myself, wrapped in my cocoon- Don’t worry about me, solitude is a boon Within theContinue reading “The Introvert”
TRAVEL THEME: GREY
Think I am dreary Perhaps you should think again My shades will leave you weary Though I’m modest and plain I am the color of a mountain Storm clouds that bear rain I’m the color of a pachyderm The color of rocks firm I am a sculptor’s delight I’m neither black nor white When molded into aContinue reading “TRAVEL THEME: GREY”
Wedding album
Excited, full of nervous anticipation When I circled around the sacred fire With you, following our ancient tradition My eyes brimming with hope and desire Having avowed to seven, not just one Lives to be spent bound by matrimony Each moment to be lived together in unison Serious commitment was cloaked in ceremony And so we began, with dreamsContinue reading “Wedding album”
The aftermath of atomic bombing
“Twas a day seventy years ago Mankind suffered a deadly blow When driven by the war’s fervor In order to make the enemy surrender Science was twisted to serve human greed Of domination, to satisfy the victor’s need Bearing the innocuous name “Little Boy” An atomic bomb was dropped, killing all joy In the city of Hiroshima,Continue reading “The aftermath of atomic bombing”
Adiposity (fat stored in the fatty tissue of the body)
Left on its own, every object will eventually Increase its state of disorder or entropy Of thermodynamics, this is the second law It should work in every situation without a flaw Why then does energy tend to organize As fat in my body, expanding my size It is unfair how all universal dictums Falter when appliedContinue reading “Adiposity (fat stored in the fatty tissue of the body)”
Revisiting childhood
Learning from my growing child Whose simple logic makes me smile And lose myself in reflective reverie If only things could as simple be.. If my thinking could be that concrete Maybe conflicts my mind could beat Come to black or white conclusions Avoid areas grey that cause confusion.. If like my child I could sometimesContinue reading “Revisiting childhood”
Dressed like a diva, I roar like a lion
I will confess that I love adornment With make-up, jewelry, such shenanigans That does not mean you can pass judgment On me, or equate me with mute mannequins- I am professional to my very core I’ll come early to work dressed to the nines Much as the “girly” objects I adore I take pride inContinue reading “Dressed like a diva, I roar like a lion”
Passion...unbridled 