Conveyor belt


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

Like always.



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.”

Candidly Yours


 Every time I write a poem 

I let you in.

In my thoughts

My memories

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

Some memories

Too sacred

Too private

To be put to public scrutiny.

So let them be.

Beyond the Horizon

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.