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NaPoWriMo2020- Day 10 – Let me go

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by […]

Conversation with Dad

    “Are you travelling alone?” he asks, concerned “What time is the flight? Where will you be staying? Have you booked a cab?”   “I can handle it,” I […]

What do we really want for our children?

It’s that time of the year in India, when you find students pouring over their books, papers, laptops. I see them with their noses dipped at the building gates awaiting […]

Daddy’s little girl

When she could stay with you she decided not to A list of ‘valid’ reasons she gave – No better place, save The home for the aged, she said The […]

The Homecoming

Time flies. Last week, at this time 5.00 p.m, I was sitting alone, sipping on my tea and watching Cinderella on T.V. with all the latches on the door put; […]

NaPoWriMo: Day 5- Mom’s Not Listening!

  Today’s prompt comes from another poem by Kyle Dargan, called “Diaspora: A Narcolepsy Hymn.” This poem, like “Call and Response,” is inspired by the work of others – in […]

‘They’ said so. Who?

Who are ‘they?’ As a child, I was told by my grandmother, that I mustn’t speak aloud for ‘they’ will hear. “Girls must speak softly,” she would say. With my […]

Believe in Yourself…You owe it to YOU!

We’ve all been there: on the path of self-doubt. Experiences, over-protective or critical parents/teachers, taunts by class-mates or friends and we end up doubting or mistrusting ourselves. And instead of […]

Sandcastle

Were you the kinds who stood away watching the other kids build sandcastles, wondering how they could want to dirty their hands or were you the one who loved the […]

Poem 1 Published: I Miss “US”

3 of my poems got published in the Anthology “Men of Mettle,” a few weeks ago. All poems were written from the point of view of men. In a world […]

Satan Beware a Mother’s Wrath!

Wrote this poem on the prompt “Satan”. I see him busy destroying the world, wreaking havoc. I see him in broken relations around me. And then at times, I see […]

Hush Daddy… Don’t Fear!

Taking care of an old parent is not easy. My dad lives with me and before I came back to India two months ago, that’s all I wanted- to be […]