I am a wolf who’s learning to howl, I am a duck who’ll swim if its flood. The sun of February at the west casting orange on his bearded face as he ate the leftovers of the hotel. The newspaper he was eating on telling arrival of a new virus in China. He smiled and…
National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 21: A Bit of Still
First stanza of Pablo Neruda’s Poema 15: Me gustas cuando callas / Poem 15: I like for you to be still Me gust as can you call as I pour as carellessly around you, like my eyes that look, at me via nothing to look at. Peace quiet lose as you say it have a…
National Poem Writing Moment 2020: Day 20: Not a Some Other Day
This was not a some other day like any day. The room is full of aroma of Biryani. Ma mixing the pieces of chickens into the prepared rice. The room is faintly scented of the cake baked by my wife in micro oven. Now the smell of the baking is fainted one replacing by the…
National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 19: A Summer Noon
It’s a bright not cold day of the April and the clock is not striking the thirteen. It’s a bright sunny day of the April. The fan whirled revolting to spread cool air which it is assigned to do. The small clock ticking with its second hand silently and the hour and the minutes ones…
National Poem Writing Month 2020: Day 18: An Ode to Green Jackfruit Curry
Dedicating to my Grandmother (Dida) and Elder Sister (Didi) — It was her first cooked dish and I was the one only to be served. I couldn’t recollect what the dish was but I can recollect there was imbalance in the ingredients making the food tasteless. I commented it was delicious–I was scared of her…
