Moods

Nude 1913

Edvard Munch

Regret

Bent weary over the sink

Hoping it would fall out

In a murky pool of spit.

Guilt
A many spotted toad
Ugly and ashamed
Crouching in my chest.

Shorts

1.

A yellowing

dry leaf

burning amber in the mud.

2.

A passed down book

with pages as soft

as grandma's palms.

3.

Whenever around people

she curled her toes inward

like little tortoise heads.

4.

The old rag picker

Scraping off a slab of gold

Under the streetlight.

5.

The bruised fingertips

Of the church pianist

Changed each note a little.

6.

Mum’s scorched hands

Covered in white flour.

Dinner time.

7.

Corners of her sad smile

Smeared on my hand

As I go through mother’s

Charcoal sketches.

Stumbling Strokes

An early scribble at the age of two. Framed and hung by dear parents. Also honored on the cover page of my mother's first book Andhere Mein (Critique of a poem by the legendary Hindi poet Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh).  

A beginning of my idle scribbling.