Few years ago, I was reading Andrea Levy's The Long Song while visiting one of my closest friends at his quaint bungalow in Alibaug. The piece de resistance of his garden was the fragrant tree laden with pale waxy champa flowers. I picked up few freshly fallen dew moistened flowers from the lawn and placed them in the book only to find them today. To find them so they could inspire a poem. #Fading #Indianpoem #Indianpoeminenglish #oneminuteread #POEMS #Poetry #TheLongSong #An
Wait awhile! I build a castle of untold tales, tell a saga, of feuds, feasts and festivals on your shores. In the castle, I build a kitchen to preserve the traditional recipes add a window to peer into the soul of the shy cousin. I line the inner walls with portraits of those who would years hence be known for their smiles, eyes and the colour of their skin, not for the ambrosial puddings she baked, the pigtails she braided, the stories she told, the faded green tattoo on his
On December 2017, I had the privilege of watching Unravelled, a dance-theater production by Dr Janaki Rangarajan. My poem is inspired by act four of her performance where she discusses the politics of patriarchy due to which Draupadi was made a goddess even after being publicly disrobed.
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I love growing old. I was as excited to be 25 as I am to be 35. As I have grown older some of my friends have stood by me like angels. I have written this prose poem as a dedication to my oldest friends - Kesar, Saee and Sobia. #prosepoem #POEMS #aging #oldfriends #oneminuteread #Indianpoeminenglish #Poetry
Dodamma, put stories in me. She had an unlimited stock of folklore, fairy tales, mythological and historical stories that she narrated passionately to address my childhood sensibilities. This mini tale is my way of paying her respect. #flashfiction #fiction #oneminuteread #Grandma #Dodamma #Grandmother #childhoodmemories