Poetry

The Mother Of All Emotions

The Mother Of All Emotions

*   Before you think you can put a finger on love, Think of the time you saw the size of the butter stick in your mother's pie. Think about how all your life, you'll work hard enough to make...

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Still Standing, Still Standing..

Still Standing, Still Standing..

* The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..    *   At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter...

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The Emigrant’s Anthem

The Emigrant’s Anthem

* I   Pursuing dreams, First steps Beckoning opportunities, Across oceans Proud sacrifices, Glistening eyes   * II   Anxious freedom, Fertile memories Loyal sentiments, Burning...

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You Know You’re a Mom When..

You Know You’re a Mom When..

* You've wondered about your fear of death, when the only thing you have always been petrified about is your child digging into that forbidden closet or the bathroom cupboard to find out the secret...

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The Many Predicaments of a Single Woman

The Many Predicaments of a Single Woman

* She walks as a liberal icon among people who don’t realize their thoughts are their barbed wires. She'll march the streets for the disenfranchised, and maybe for those born with ugly faces, but...

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Momentous: A Poem On The Value Of Time

Momentous: A Poem On The Value Of Time

*   It’s not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst. You want to know what it is?   It’s something you have or don’t more than I do, because there’s no...

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When Home Is Still Here And We Aren’t

When Home Is Still Here And We Aren’t

Unlike refugees, who don't have a home behind or infront of them, we have a home. But,   Will it remember all those mornings that the woodpecker made mating calls from its roof? How on...

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ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. (Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..)

ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. (Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..)

* * * The original English version: Dear Refugee, my life must go on..  * నన్నల్లుకున్న వెచ్చని కార్డిగన్, మెత్తని నా అరచేతుల మధ్య పొగలు కక్కే ‘లికరస్’ టీ........... పౌర హక్కుల్ని పగటికలలుగా...

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Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..

Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..

  It's not too unthinkable, sipping licorice tea in my cardigan, And day dreaming of a life of civil liberties.   Out of the window, I see stars coming out from under your sky, But on...

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Momentous

Momentous

*   It's not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst. You want to know what it is?   It's something you have or don't more than I do, because there's no...

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Perceiving My Anthropology

Perceiving My Anthropology

*   I don't know what moves him. I remember the day he came back home to hide his red eyes behind that newspaper after he lit his mother's pyre. This is the man, the brunt of all my emotions,...

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To My Estranged One

To My Estranged One

*   Ok, I admit; I still have that shameful longingness. When you gathered everything else up and left me to myself, And, when the war of words ended, It was clear that the love between us had...

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Yours Singularly

Yours Singularly

*   Always close by my side, he mocks me. Calling the lack of endearment around me, self-inflicted. Late in the afternoon, at work, “All these people around you need you to break their bread”,...

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Still Standing, Still Standing..

Still Standing, Still Standing..

* The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..  * At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my...

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Dear Sons: Full Disclosure

Dear Sons: Full Disclosure

* A life's worth of choices. Subjected to, day in, day out. Freedom of expression. Empathy exercises. Vulnerability followed by weakness. Protection from cold. Letting the homeless die from it....

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Now – A Poem on Time

Now – A Poem on Time

* Of all the things I have and can desire to have, my time on this earth, and the time my kids will have of mine is finite. I am mindful of that. What I am also painfully mindful is that I do not...

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Child Bearers of the World

Child Bearers of the World

Distracted mothers create loneliness. Those children celebrate uncertainty. And out of the imperfect first steps, They quickly thrive and learn, no love is earnest. Fathers cry when planes...

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Tea Rings

Tea Rings

There is the love of mother that needs no senses to feel its expression. And, that’s where I begin my journey of this life with you. In that vintage picture, I think of how you became a woman coming...

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Love Made Me Do It

Love Made Me Do It

  As you slip and fall, my thoughts are along with you atop the death train – la bestia. A smiling young man you were, one second ago, the next – a limp body in the overgrown unworn path. A...

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Temples in Our Hearts

Temples in Our Hearts

While others make smoldering burial grounds in memory, those who have never made promises to make us laugh have their own temples in our hearts. Stories that don’t need our mother’s tongue to be...

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Retribution?!?!

Retribution?!?!

If I knocked on your door for a cup of water for my parched throat, Would you be able to tell, I am not your next door neighbor..? If not, then, why this thirst for my life.. ???? * Near these...

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I Can Muse a Poem

I Can Muse a Poem

The mother inside of me finds no shortage of spontaneity and wit. I can be surprisingly superfluous when I am lecturing my child. Trouble arrives when I call myself a writer, and that’s when I...

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Pathos..

Pathos..

* The mornings hang here, until.. I peek out of the window and hurry out of the house for the next door.. Determined to find an answer.. I gently turn the key and push myself into the hallway.....

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Like a Dry Flower in My Diary

Like a Dry Flower in My Diary

  She would rise and shine with me.. She would part with anything for me that I loved or desired.. Today, she might be a woman, but just between us, there is no time travel.. Her gentle, sweet,...

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An Affair with Vanity

An Affair with Vanity

The excitement is mutual, the passion contagious. The play of his naughty hands, the smile on my lips. The smell of his breath, the kiss on my feet. The tingling down into his toes, the long black...

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Melancholy

Melancholy

* I haven't seen more life than what you have shown me.. Anything larger than life was you anyway.. I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share.. I would look for your love...

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Vultures Don’t Soar High

Vultures Don’t Soar High

* The vultures hover above their tiny heads. The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air. Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless...

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Diwali

Diwali

The smile won't leave my face. The happiness in my heart won't go away. This day brings back all the days when I was a little girl, colors on my tiny hands, flowers in my pony tails. Running around...

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In Loving Memories..

In Loving Memories..

You were my first joy, remember.. ?? The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life! Someone said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.. Someone never held...

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On a Rainy Day..

On a Rainy Day..

Miles may separate us, but you are always there in my heart. Words might not be spoken, but I can never love you enough. Rain outside my window reminds me of you and the tears in my eyes that wont...

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A Mother’s Night Out

A Mother’s Night Out

Dreams of laughter and gossip in the days before.. One less shift of diaper duty on this day.. Promises to yourself that you are not selfish.. Rolling down the window to feel the freedom in the...

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In A Still Moment…

In A Still Moment…

* Today, I thought I will stop.. Take a break and really pen down how I feel.. Take a break from everything, sleeping, eating, cooking, feeding, cleaning .. everything.. Because I know the value of...

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A Connection To The Heart

A Connection To The Heart

* It was love at first sight in the hospital. His little brother was in my arms waiting for his first reaction. It was plain and clear, that of love. And now at home, He hovers around his bassinet...

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