Hear The rumble of the wind, The ominous tune it plays on roof tins. Behold The darkening of the sky, The swift embrace of clouds on the sly. Feel The pounding of the hearts, The rain’s sharp descent, its pointed darts. * This whooshing wind, this eerie sky, This unyielding torrent in the storm’s eye,Continue reading “In the storm’s eye”
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After the storm
He sits on his haunches Palm over the head. The storm last night Blew away his hut. It was made out of straw And some thatch, It was no match For the might Of the raging monster. In Sundarbans, People become meals For crocodiles &Continue reading “After the storm”
She is falling
[I wrote this poem 15 years ago while watching a tree being cut for widening the road near the IIT-Madras campus. As with back then, even now, my heart aches when I watch a tree fall!] She’s falling. She, who shade gave and fruits bore, For the greedy ones who wanted more Is in aContinue reading “She is falling”
Tribute to mother
Let me hear your song again mother. That song ridden with pain and agony, Which you have often sung to me. For in hearing it, I can feel the pain Through which you have been all your life. You think I will not understand it, perhaps, For, I have never experienced the same. But IContinue reading “Tribute to mother”
This train runs on blood
Once upon a time, a 5 a.m. monster that would screechingly halt By the local railway station, next to my childhood home In Calcutta, used to be my mother’s morning alarm. The memory of that goods train thundering past our abode, Rocking its flimsy walls is vivid still. Who’d have thought That a day wouldContinue reading “This train runs on blood”
