22 April, 2023

Will the spirit rise?

Will the wing grow back? 
Broken, crushed
The keening sobs
Painfully hushed

Will the spirit ever rise?
Overpowered. 
Fragrant dreams,
Forever soured

She could be a butterfly
Her wings torn
Struggling to fly
Spirit gone

She chooses to be a dragon
Terrifying alone
Her blood of fire
A heart of stone

-Piyu




10 March, 2023

Cheers

 A rickety table. Blue with white legs.

A red checkered tablecloth

creating small triangles on four sides.

A stray by the floor.

His eyes half sleepy, half expectant.

A bowl of peanuts, mostly broken.

To go with cheap local beer,

served in glasses used for 

orange juice by the day. 

Distant sound of waves, mixed with moist salty wind.

Sky a kaleidoscope of pink, fuchsia and grey

bidding adieu to the setting sun.


They sit in silence

nonchalance bred through years of familiarity.

Eyes vacant, lips closed

The evening has a single word

of conversation,

'CHEERS' 



28 February, 2023

करवट

फिर सूरज सो गया, ओढ़ के रात की चादर,

फिर तेरे ख्वाबों ने मेरे आंखों में करवट ली ।


22 February, 2023

Missed call


The screen lit up, it read 'You'

Promised a chat, long overdue

The meeting drawled, boring as hell

Was gonna lose you, I could tell

The buzzing stopped, I had missed

A chance... to have my ears kissed


-Piyu


19 February, 2023

Escalator

I run through the gate
Dragging the suitcase
Stumbling on the steps
Of the escalator

A man in front
With an impatient grunt
Gives way to me,
(the clumsy navigator)

I turn to smile
It takes a while
To find the face
Familiar beyond measure

The smile is halted
The eyes are haunted
A burst of memories
Sadness..... yet pleasure

He picks the bag
Fallen from my hand
We stare stunned
At the lover, the friend

The fingers slack
The hand goes back
The escalator has,
Reached it's end.

-Piyu


04 February, 2023

Friday, 3.2.23

Slowly drifting to placidity
Barely veiling the turbidity
Of a hidden world
Lying wrinkled, curled
My emotional stupidity

17 January, 2023

Tapestry

A tea stall by the street
Hidden by a foggy sunrise
Many swirls of mists

An old woman bent over
A kettle of bubbling buff fluid 
Glass bangles on wrinkled wrists

An outstetched hand
Longing for warm fingertips
Circled around a chipped cup

A skinny dog with warm eyes
Wagging a Q shaped tail
Sitting on a bed of cold stubs

A couple on a motorbike
Squished together 
Blowing heat into each other

An old man with a newspaper 
With thick rimmed glasses
Laboured breaths, light as a feather

A winter morning, chilly,  brutal
Huddled around the stall,
Strangers brought together by tea.

The woman,the dog
The beggar, the lovers
Oh what a rich tapestry!
Oh what a rich tapestry!

-Piyu

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