Hi Friends,
My short story, Rustom’s Interview, has been published in The World of Myth Magazine. This is the first time I had tried two POVs. Thank you so much, Stephanie, for the publication. Please click the link below to read it. Thank You.
The Child
He manipulates when
he is 3 months old
honing himself each day
while his mother
retains the bliss
of his ‘innocence’.
The Wooden Chair in CHO
Hi Friends,
The Wooden Chair was the first haibun I had written. This was published in Contemporary Haibun Online’s July issue, 2013, Vol 9. Please find below.
My Wooden Chair
I stroll restlessly in my new house as trees outside are being chopped for construction. Lifeless new buildings are sprouting in the neighbourhood. I wonder mildly about deforestation as I lean back in my chair.
my wooden chair screeches–
memories of a
felled tree
When the Light Barged in
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I stood in the corner
of my tiny room,
scared of the light
that followed me
wherever I went.
I pulled my curtains,
hiding inside, holding
on to darkness, taking
comfort in misery
when sunlight crept in
through the tiny opening
in my curtains.
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Terrified of the light,
I buried my face in
my hands.
Sunlight colored my fingertips,
pricking my eyelids.
I felt the light
with closed eyes,
flooded by its warmth,
its positivity and grandeur.
No longer fearful,
I shed the comfort of darkness
and stepped on
the path of light.
Muse
Touch of Life
Cold cut through her skin,
seeped into her bones,
and clutched her shivering heart
as its icy grip spread
all over her body.
Stacked logs on the fireplace
could not warm her frosty breath
and heavy blankets failed
to comfort her chilled body.
Then it happened.
A tiny feeble hand
touched her heart
and blood gushed
into her body, filling
her with maternal warmth.
Her cold ears melted
in the soft babble
of cooing noises.
Her eyes trembled open
to soak in the warmth
of the tiny stranger and
she forced herself up
with outstretched arms.
Short Story Published
Hi Friends,
My short story, A Chance to Live, has been published in the Literary Yard. Do click the link below to read the story. Thank You!
Restless Flight
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Restless butterfly
indefinite search
for destination unknown
Vague Memories
The old lady sits in the corner of a
park bench, overlooking
her nursing home.
She laughs if spoken to,
her toothless smile as
pure as that of a baby,
a testimony to her
lost memories.
She does not remember
her husband with whom
she shared 40 years of pain nor
does she remember her children
to whom she gave 30 years of
her health. She fails to recall
her father who was never there.
She has a fleeting memory
of a young woman who birthed her,
fed and sang to her,
cried and laughed with her
and has now become a picture
in her ancient house,
never growing old.
The old lady sobs softly
disturbed by vague thoughts of
her mother, alarming her caregivers.
Then she is back to senile
laughing self as those around her
sigh in relief.
Dark Lane
dark lane
a ghost in every breath
I take
