The magpie’s cult- a poem and art

The magpie’s cult When a playful magpie takes a bath Seeing that magic, makes wine of wrath It takes the wondrous joy of a child Adds carefree zest of a teen gone wild Shakes them together into a cult That of a free, inventive adult. I came up with the poem as I finished this…

Kashmir

This are the words that came to me when the Indian government decided to do something for the benefit of Kashmiris by announcing they longer have a state, but now are under the central government with little or no say in their own governance(relegated as Union territories). The PM went on about how deprived the…

What Is and can be

People you have never met, can be portrayed a dire threat
Fleeing the war cries, they hear a voice, that can be yours, but its not clear
Or maybe it IS a drone, you let,
your votes sell, to pay a debt
If you looked at past letters, their lives can be, as yours Is.

Raven and the sun

On my trip to Whitehorse, Yukon territory, I found my likely spirit animal: the raven.. Actually ravens are hard to miss there, no wonder the first nations have them in many tales, they are symbolic of creativity and tricks. Bald eagles are symbolic of peace and friendship and we saw a few of them. But…

Glue: another poem

Glue   Did you ever break Something you could not lose, Did you ever make Something you could not use? Do you know the frame The one atop our hearth, The one we left behind When our ‘palace’ kissed the earth. I saw it landing where Our sisters’ dolls had wed, That is where I…

Simple perfection

I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory. But, yesterday I think I filled in the blank with the first scene of a movie (that I haven’t…

Did you know- a poem

Did you know.. There are parts of me that love you There were parts that fell in love There are parts of me forgotten And parts that float above. There are parts of me for others Those parts for smores and mothers. For every sole I conquered There is a part, or so I trust…

Sing my dreams

      In my dreams I see you all again like yesterday when yesterday was nineteen ninety two We haven’t aged, Tho’ our eyes have changed Our world is torn in two. It could be more, say, three or four? Who knows for sure We stopped counting The worlds didn’t need us pure. Been many…

A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos

A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left.  In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey. These fragile things, took eons to break, but I found some space in them to stay. You…

Abuse

A poem on child abuse by the powerful. Every one, is more powerful than a child. But every one may also have a God who forgives, protects, excuses and takes responsibility in their eyes. Might ‘Twas just a touch Some feel Not much. My Lord is strong My will is weak Let He be heard…

My city.. is old and new and in between

My city is old and new and in between In it, I am found and lost and never seen The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow You must go if you’ve never been See for yourself, its beauty sheen. We hide it well, its in our…