No, I don’t want to look like others.
I don’t admire their fair skins
Or zero figures.
I am not one of many
Mass produced in the factory
Of beauty products
Shuttling down the conveyor belt
With identical bodies and souls
No thought of their own.
I accept myself with all the imperfections,
For they make me unique.
If you are looking for perfection,
Go knock on some other door.
Trembling in her boots, she sat in the dentist’s chair.
It was more frightening than a lion’s lair.
“Your molar has a cavity,
You understand situation’s gravity.”
On hearing this she was left gasping for air.
As I leave the tablecloth askew again
I frown one more time and some more
“Now out both of you double quick,
I’ll hear no excuses no more!
Look what my home has become
Do you think it is inhabitable any more?”
My kids giggle as is their wont
This tirade is nothing new
Every day on this stage
This act is repeated anew.
As I stifle a smile, I very well know
Time is fleeting by so fast
I’ll miss all this when they go
And all this will be a thing of past.
So I let the clutter pile and leave the stained tablecloth
Let me savour this moment of bliss
I’ll fix the mess later as well as the tablecloth
When my tired bones are in need of a fix.
She stood in front of him
Head bowed reverentially
Eyes closed devoutly
Lips murmuring an incantation.
He was her first
And the last resort
She had always turned to him
In good times
As well as bad.
She was the praying sort
Had always been.
He often did not hear her prayers
But her faith was unshakable
Today of all days
She needed him the most
It was a matter of life and death.
He stood there inscrutable
In godly silence
With quickening pace, she pulled the coat collar closer,
The wind howled and the dust eddied around
The trees waved their branches and swayed drunkenly
And in her coat she shrank further.
Her heels clattered noisily on the cobbled street
Not a soul could be seen or heard
One more block to the tiny hovel she called home
And she would be wrapped in warm comforting sheet.
But ere she could reach the safe haven
She saw a looming silhouette under the lamp post.
Her heart thudded loudly and sank to her boots
She sighed and sent a silent supplication to heaven.
Squaring her shoulders she met her ex-husband’s eyes
He reeked of alcohol,tobacco and sweat
“Don’t forget I ain’t any longer your wife
And have no time for you and your blatant lies.”
He raved and ranted and threw a tantrum,
She watched quietly from her sanctum.
It had been going on from time immemorial,
The dominant gender being territorial.
Using muscle power and lung power to impose its dictum.
The prompt today has me in a fix
Will have to delve deep in my bag of tricks.
Waited and waited for so long
It was tardy in coming along.
It is almost bedtime for me
My muse is chafing to flee.
Sorry to disappoint one and all
Maybe the next prompt will be a clarion call.
Every time I write a poem
I let you in.
In my thoughts
And my beliefs.
It is a candid revelation.
You can interpret it in any which way.
But you cannot judge me
By the written word.
For they are
Just a part of me.
Not the whole of me.
There are many thoughts
To be put to public scrutiny.
So let them be.
One can’t live life
With a strategy in mind.
Then there is no room for
Too much of calculation
Takes the fun out of living.
Who knows what lies beyond
As I stare at the sea meeting the sky.
The azure blue with nary a ripple
Nor the slightest breeze to stir its glassy calmness.
The sky, a riot of flaming colours
Scattered cottony clouds chasing each other.
As sun descends down the horizon
To come up anew the next day
It hides in its bosom stories of the beyond.