Poetry Blogs (2015, taboo)
Malathi did not board the morning bus to work today.
I looked at the woman seated beside me in Malathi’s usual place.
Clad in a saree, fresh flowers in her hair, ready to tackle the long hours of work in dust and heat.
She must be around her mid forties.
Does she have a family to provide for?
Else why has she joined the wagon of the working class at the wee hours?
Does she have a...
Saturday 13th October 2018 3:14 pm
Trickling Towards Tomorrow
The tears, they trickle down my cheek
Just like everything else does.
Time trickles day by day,
Sometimes fast, like a river rushing towards the sea,
Often times slow, slow as my tears,
For it is these moments that I remember,
And all the joyful ones I keep discarding.
The tears come from many sources,
Whether it is the loss of something I...
Friday 13th March 2015 2:20 am