Looking for vegetables in Mayur Vihar market in the evening of all time and 5 other poems
Through ancestral currents, women navigate patriarchys grip, forging deep resilience and reclaiming…
Read more →A weary soul finds quiet grace within, moving onward through life's falling chaos, still enduring.
The night breeze whistles at her ears
An unwilling listener of the dark.
Yoked to work, she leaves early.
Ten stops on, she is there –
At ease with the good mornings & how are you doings
Soft keyboard murmurings & empty blue screens.
Lunch is breakfast not eaten.
Last night’s dinner fills out like a half-moon.
She returns through the veins of the city
The kid is busy with homework.
Weary cargo, rice and potatoes, ferry across the table
Carrying muted scents of bone and home
Where clutter awaits a calm hand
Who can put it together, with a silent embrace.
Who knows grace is what you have inside
When the world is falling apart.
How one must keep moving
Even if the pan froths alone.