When we fell for each other, we each held a pot for love — both half-filled.During the relationship, I kept adding coins to his pot: coins of happiness, cheerfulness, calmness, and warmth.But he had a habit of removing the coins, not only from his own pot but from mine as well.Still, because I kept giving,Continue reading “Half a pot”
Author Archives: Spira Patil
Love
It seems like something out of a fairy tale now😃One fine day in 2019 when we could still roam around in Pune carefree, a friend was giving me a ride back home when I saw this. It was just over there on the other side of the road. I told my friend how fascinating itContinue reading “Love”
Pain
I light candles and lamps,Look joyful as always,But cannot celebrate life,The way I’d like to.Because there’s so much pain,Almost unbearable to watchEverywhere I look. Ignorance is a bliss they say,But what use is ignorance,When that bliss is a lie,When you are nothing but blind,To all that I see.I see so much pain,Millions of people cryingContinue reading “Pain”
Mom sends him food
The state is under lockdown“Help each other”,Everyone saysSo mom is being niceHe’s oldSo mom sends him food. He smiles at us,when we give him food,He plays with my sisterI watch TV when they are playingShe’s only 7I think she also likes himHe seems niceBut he is really oldSo mom sends him food. We walk towardsContinue reading “Mom sends him food”
Monster
One of these days,When it’s just you and me,Nothing to stop us,Nothing to hold us back,Let’s do something,Let’s create something,A monster,One that wreaks havoc,Not the Frankenstein’s monster,That was a mistake.It was hideous.Let’s create a monster,That inspires poetry,The most beautiful thing to walk on earth,And a monster,That has the eyes of the devil,Bewitching everyone who laysContinue reading “Monster”
The basement
DarknessHe slapped me againI tried to scream louder this timeBut my throat was already so dryIt achedHe held me down so hardMy attempt to wriggle out failedI couldn’t moveWas it because he was too strong?Or was I just too weak?I do not know.He seemed satisfied.I felt a kind of reliefHe would go away now.But heContinue reading “The basement”
Born to be a woman
Jump higher,Reach for the sky.Or dive deeper,Reach for the bottom of the ocean.Or just keep walking,Until u reach that forested area that calls your soul.It’s not easy to jump over all the hurdles.The society puts up a lot of them.And some were put there by your parents.Jump.Or just skip and walk past them.You were bornContinue reading “Born to be a woman”
IT
It pissed on the floor.Now I’d have to clean that up.Oh, I wish I didn’t have to,But there were guests comingAnd all this needs to be cleaned now,So I gave it a kick and it whinedIt crawled to a corner of the room.That will do for now,It won’t trouble me for a while. There’s soContinue reading “IT”
We will heal
I’ll heal.Some day, when I see the sunrise again,After I take a walkOn that hill I love,And when I smile at a stranger again,I’ll heal. It’s a new kind of situation,The kind I had never imaginedAnd it has me confusedThere’s a mix of emotions,Emotions that can make you depressedAnd emotions that can teach you toContinue reading “We will heal”
Godi Bannada Hudugi
A poem inspired by a Wole Soyinka’s poem, “Telephone Conversation” that i had read years ago but it stayed with me
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