Monsoonal Poetry



I asked amma, "amma, are you happy?"
she looked at me, 
A deep silent sigh!
"I am , after all, we are a family now"
she whispered
a cornered smile
too tired for a smile
she had gone through miles
A husband who seeked the warmth of another
In laws who smashed the petals of the flower
"I am happy" , said the pale reflection in the mirror!
Oh, that reluctant smile on the mirror.



Monsoonal Poetry



my body is the nature
his mind is the culture
bleed, breed and feed
that's what I'm for
an emotional cripple
where he always reasons
the subject him
myself, his one of the objects
the home is yours love
he said while leaving for another dove.