Thursday, November 09, 2017

Horror in Mom Street

Horror in Mom Street
Happens more often
Than I care or please

But the scariest bit
Is creeping lice and stationary nit
In a head full of curly hair
Making mother quake in despair

Giving in is never an option
So divide hair in equal portions
Comb and comb and comb some more
Kill them, squash them by the score

Pour the oil
Wash the hair
Repeat procedure
Poison their lair

I am not a killer
But you raised the bar
You fed on my baby’s blood

I declare war.

Thursday, April 13, 2017


I built a pyre
And burnt all things you.
I promised
To keep the fires on
Till there was not a trace of you left.

I built the pyre
I forgot to jump in.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Stranger I used to know

You chose to erase your past
To forget memories
But you forgot
Those memories belonged to us as well
Because we were part of them

With one decision
You chose to give up
On 25 years’ worth of friendship
And that cut deep
Very, deep

If you had told us
Once. Just once
We would have been happy
To let go
To let you fly unfettered

Because our friendship
Was not about chains
Or boundaries
It was about silliness
About laughter and misspent youth

We would have learnt
To love a new you
But cutting us loose
From the old you
Was not just your choice to make

And that, is going to make it difficult
To trust the person you have become

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The face

Itchy scratchy
Glowy golden
Mask one
Mask two
And Masks 3 and 4

Just how many faces do you wear?
And why?

One for the society
One for the virtual
One for the family
One for, well, for the self

Confused to the extent
That you don't know the real
From the acquired.

Such a sad life
Wasting precious time
Switching faces
Donning masks.