Wednesday, April 04, 2018

impulsively spoken


hot april melts the heart,
meshes with the mind
and thoughts get meddled

hot tears flow into the drain
meandering through
the jumbled mind

the words spoken impulsively
stay imprinted, nailed-
mauling the psyche

"closest one hurts the most,
and at what cost, and at what cost'

@gautami.tripathy04042018

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

faded yearnings

in the locked drawer,
a few gold beads hidden in the recesses,
tinkle away the nostalgia

a brocade border, so intricate
maa had preserved it
lovingly for me

the silver anklets tarnished now, rub into my memories-
the longings, the yearnings

these are now fleeting, reminisced very rarely
fading only now

"I have this bond invisible yet so strong, this is what is so grounding"

@gautami.tripathy03042018

Monday, April 02, 2018

it all seems life time ago

it all seems life time ago

the calls, the talks
the silences in between
were never enough

the long drives
the forced stopovers
the pauses that never sustained

even apart, I could feel the breath
and the craving
deeply embedded in me and also you

when the heart recognises
and the mind accepts
only then the soul calls out

"it is there to stay, I know it will stay"

@gautami.tripathy02042018

old memories

old memories

I am rewriting over the old memories
creating space to fill in the new ones

why live in past when it's always present?

changes don't bother me
attitudes do
have we fallen so low that
we ask personal questions too?

the few grey strands are testimony of bygone times
yes, I seldom write poetry
that rhymes

"coming back, I am shedding old memories and up with new"

@gautami.tripathy01042018

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Complexity of stillness

in the stillness
there is cacophony
inside my head

I seek company
of strangers on the beach
but seagulls come and sit with me

they peck and pet me
I like the role reversal
of birds caring for me

"if only humans did that"

@gautami.tripathy April 25, 2017

Monday, April 24, 2017

complexity of simple things

I should have read through the signs
you never wrote a poem for me
you never even read a poem to me

not that I wished for grandiose words
or diamond, platinum or gold
nor did I want hot house flowers

you could have given me music like
few old record of beatles
or dog-eared Physics books

"no one gets the inner thoughts, no one even tries to get it"

@gautami.tripathy April 24, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

complexity of wearing anklets

so I lost an anklet today, silver with tinkling bells
maa, you bought the pair for me when I started to work
it was your gift to me for start of a new innings

I wore the pair everywhere for so long
and one fine day, I took it off for reasons forgotten
no tinkling and life was uncomplicated

when I found those again a few weeks back
my elation knew no bounds and yours was so transparent
I danced around that day, just for that tinkling sound

"maa, you found the lost one under my bed, am I glad my life is hunky dory yet again"

@gautami.tripathy April 19, 2016

complexity of meandering

it will remain nameless, this relationship
which came out of nothing
and will go into oblivion

I simply meandered into it
despite all misgivings and warnings
on that invisible wall

why a simple soul like me
got embroiled with an oafish person
blockheaded to the core?

"there never is a rhyme and reason for such happenings, let me be, let me be"

@gautami.tripathy April 19, 2017

Doing Three Word Wednesday after a long long time. My muse had all but disappeared. Now it seems to back and I hope to write more. 





postcard for maa

so I lost an anklet
maa, it was your gift to me
for start of a new innings

one day, I took it off
for reasons forgotten

"PS: maa, you found the lost one under my bed, 
am I glad my life is hunky dory yet again"

 @gautami.tripathy April 19, 2016

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

complexity of reading old letters

in the bureau, I find some old letters
yellowed, cracked but words still intact
dad, you wrote those to me when I was 15

I had forgotten about those in the gadgetry
of today's lifestyle. However, I had saved the
letters to read again at some point of time

in the deafening silence, I took those out today
and touched the words. Rediscovering your love
is not the highlight. calming me, is what I found.

"money has no meaning when it is not circulated. but what of it, what of it?"

@gautami.tripathy April 18, 2017