I am a housewife from India, mother of two boys, aged 12 and 11.
I have a master’s degree in English literature.
Till my boys were born I worked in various sectors of BPOs as motor claims and health insurance handler and was also content writer for simulation management entrance examination papers in the field of deductive logic and reasoning in English.
I have also worked for a short term in the hospitality industry as a receptionist at a five-star hotel, while awaiting results of my English honours examination.
I love life, like tumbling headfirst into it, and then doing a double take to step back and observe it.
I have written over a thousand poems on genres including, Love, Spirituality, Family, Religion, Current affairs, Human Rights, short stories, humorous pieces, essays as well as funny poems and tales for my children.
I love collecting rocks on my day trips to hills, photographing nature and natural moods. Indulge in taking selfies and decorating them with punk art.
Teaching my children how to tell jokes with a dead pan face for maximum impact.
“Lead kindly light” I am ready for the road Many silent nights I have waited For skies to lighten Today I trace my heart upon the tracks The wheel ready to roll, If it's downhill and disaster So much the swifter Lord, I shall meet you with my prayers. And if uphill I must, I place My sole trust in you. It's an undertaken tryst I must keep This tale, this story without an end, Moving.
Angel Sans Make Up
I take my war paint off Free my face of false Artifice. My washed hair let loose, Clean and soft and limp. Submissive, chaste my demeanour Untouched by combs of coy design. Thin as gossamer my opal translucence Opaque only through soul’s sweet mystique So you sense my radiant pure essence See through it, Oh! Show myself to me. This is how, I long to appear to you Utterly clean, complete and surfeit. Gifting every bit of goodness, Of which, My heart and nature is capable. To be your fair angel in intent and act Show how much I love you, By becoming love’s synonym, Grateful in grace and abundant in faith, Mercy and merriment free, In that alone will I be Beautiful.
Passage through a Park, by an Ancient Tree.
Your whitening branches are arms outstretched Silent pleas for benediction divine Sainted supplicant robed in silver and gold, Watch tower over men, in old age hallowed. Your yellowed leaves, shed one by one, like pages From the scrolls of time, much travelled, without Taking a single step through annals of history. Witness to shifting seasonal shapes. You've seen everyone and everything, Acts of futile intimacy and grace The highs, the petty lows of human race. Seen your best years taken away, Seen death’s most precious sacred dream Dread nightmares of hideous parody. You have sensed the stirring of angels in the breeze, Sheltered dark depravity and innocence. Still you have sired life eternal under sun Stretching tall and limber, Epochs of emerald elegance. Today's trusting toddler touches your feet In sport. Yesterday's child, the father tenderly watches. Handing over of trust underneath the shadows of time O guardian Ent under blazing sun. I am vivified, by your still life am revived. My prayers complete that so eluded me, In the hallowed worship room of my home. You dance my breath away O Tree, In your shower of sylvan wind-blown leaves. As you play and pray with the winds so fey You have become my elegant prayer today.
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