“कागा सब तन खाइयो
चुन चुन खाइयो मांस
दो नैना मत खाइयो
मोहे पिया मिला की आस”

(O Raven, you have searched my skeleton, and eaten all my flesh. But please do not touch these eyes as I hope to behold my Beloved.)

The above is a very famous couplet by Baba Farid.

Inspired by this couplet, which I read years ago, is my verse for Tracy’s corvid challenge.

Raven desires ravish her decadent flesh
circling hungrily
homing where the flesh is the weakest
she succumbs willingly
unmindful of the vicious cost
tasting the bittersweet sensation
of being ravaged
her skeletal self becomes
a bedraggled leftover
of longings without fruition
but her dark eyes, soulless windows
remain open, gazing unseeingly
waiting for redemption.


The tortured soul writhed in protest

the tormented heart wept unseen

the mind in turmoil raged thus caged

then barked out orders to the hand to spill ink

incoherent thoughts framed

in a chaotic and disorderly writing

staining pages in anguish

the path ahead seemed split and mired in darkness

causing her untold distress

cutting her to the quick

yet she had fallen on her knees in gratitude

for the breath that still rattled her frail body.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Gratitude” June 1, 2020



words pirouette and tantalize

then bolt and disappear

syllables naughtily roll off my tongue

refusing to be counted correctly

thoughts are a jumbled ball of yarn

wickedly inviting me to unravel

ideas flit around like birds

tempting me to cage them

similes flutter on the edge of my mind

metaphors evade my grasp mockingly

I let them be

On others…

words string themselves into sentences

to flow seamlessly from my quill

thoughts and ideas are coherent and concrete

falling neatly into words

similes and metaphors adorn my writing willingly

nary a sign of delinquency

respecting the process

I try not to force the flow.


I give below three phrases

  1. Writer’s platform
  2. Writer’s Cave
  3. Writer’s Reality

Choose one or more to elaborate on your writing journey – not necessarily through this phase. It could be anything that happened before, or you foresee as happening after this.

Skin and sins

The skin can seldom be chosen

but we do choose our sins

the guilt of privilege some of us carry

puts us in the category of sinners

our voices seem muffled

‘cos our pain is seen as vicarious

the sins and guilt

are not located at one place on the map

splattered with blood and cries in enterity

documented through words and pictures

memories that we should be ashamed of

memories that should work as our moral compass

memories that tie our tongues.

What do you see # 32- 1st June 2020

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98: no words


(And the crow once called the raven black.

George R.R Martin)

And the crow once called the raven black

but black is everywhere

the dark night, black sartorial choices,

black skin as well as black hearts

we react only to what is visible

glossing over what’s invisible

scratch that milky white surface

and the blackest of blackgaurd erupts forth

I will make thee think thy swan a crow!

(I will make thee think thy swan a crow!

William Shakespeare)

Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge #10