Why are your eyes so empty and still? 
Why are the lamps put out and without their usual twinkle?

My identity card: A Reverie

In the side pockets of my worn out old purse; 
found I, an old Identity card of mine.
I saw an old me staring blankly into my face. 
I barely know her now, 

She, who was once me; a ghost, of my past. A past, that was my present only a few years back. My identity has changed; I am no longer what it says I am.

It has become a tomb now; My old identity card. A tomb, upon which is marked my date of birth and also the date on which an Identity of mine died a silent death. A Eulogy of beautiful memories visible to none; but me, is marked upon it. I wiped it of its dirt, the memorial of what I once was And put it back in my worn out old purse. I know it is safe there ...

yes, I speak my " lassi" and "puttu kadala " English.

Hey, you usurper,where have you hidden my language?
Having robbed me of my language milk,
why did you feed me with leftovers of your tongue?

vowels and consonants,
eaten with fork and spoon,
ill fitting my Indian palate;
gives me headache and cramps.

you took away that which was mine,
and made me swallow an English pill.
Now, I speak a tongue that is neither yours,nor mine.

yes, I speak my "lassi" and "puttu kadala" English.

I saw a dilapidated house,,,

I saw a dilapidated house;
with veins throbbing full of life.
Rooms bent double with age.
And windows smiling
through toothless gums.

Sagging skin falling in folds, 
like a lady's satin done with care.
I touched them and shuddered.
A spasm of fear jostling my brain.

I saw a dilapidated house with rooms bent double with age ,,,







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Title : LOVELY SMILE

She stole her way from the sentence,

And meanings died.

Thoughts crumbled;

And her world fell apart.

I need your breeze,to fire my thoughts.
Moonlight charms and Winters kiss,

to set my thought world ablaze,,,

sponge away the margins,,,

Sponge away the margins.
wipe away all the letters.
Blue black green and red.
I am but, tired of them all.


Lend me a paper, blank.

Margin less and without lines.

Let me dream my words. 

Let them hang in the mid air.

Scale not my thoughts.
Weigh not my words. 

Let them run wild, 

Swim,fly and climb 

The trees of joyous dreams.