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.
A Plea in Corona Times to Divinity
Help please. Mother Nature, Gaia, Universe. Are you there, as listeners? Won’t you respond? To this insane plea? Behind bars, in this world Of Maya and make believe, We are powering down as We consume the earth And in our hellion greed, Defying common sense and humane creed, Lies An Insane paralysis Death of morals and rationale. As a species, we are Powering down. Civilization on battery saver mode, Too many fails. We are winding down. Ring the bells, muffled peals Tell our tale. Hickory! Dickory! Clocks chime Proximity alert! To hell. Smoked gashes rent and breech Everything, everywhere, under siege. Friendships flounder, intimacy cowers Truth towers colossal over fake dares. We hate this imminent doom This immanent gloom. We keep making sutures, seeking threads Continuity gaffes to repair, rework our lives. Pass over on privileges Fretwork of sadly frittered days Legacies to haunt offspring The stink rises, sunlight sinks. Into miasmic basins, urban sleek Black holes. Smacking slack lips, Winking, hissing taunts of gibberish. Omens and curses. We are automatons of Failed pride. We flush and blush, bluster And curse. Achieving age without wisdom. Our orange hued orangutan rage. Makes us engage, in countless wars, We perform triage, never prepared To concede defeat. Ever ready to fight fire with fire. . And we fatten up for our own Eventual slaughter. The tigerish apocalypse Surveys us, twitching Amused whiskers at the wages Of our sinful zeitgeist. Our entropic Armageddon instincts. Hidden away ley lines of laughter Magical charm of love and duty The early promising hint of beauty, Our generation had much revelry We robbed our children. Crow's feet squinting eyes, Cracked chapped psalm and lips, Staying indoors, we lean forward And click on rosary beads of commerce. Purchase click baits set for our greed. Lacking vital nourishment and necessary Movement, forehead rising Prominent, steep. Offering no compromise To inner malaise, a deep unease. Instead We mutter uninspired cerebral pleas Some glib predictive prophecies, Sacrificing our choice lambs, gentle ewes, to Temples of desecration to imagined needs. No daughter of Abraham Shall succeed the throne Or sit on Yahweh’s left, ever! Deification for males only, roar The Male chauvinists. Meanwhile… I am that I am, murmurs smug placid Mother goddess, like a complacent brook, Chortling upon her bed. No more the luxury Of being mere woman, The mother gender cannot abdicate Cannot secede destiny to be, Lesser, The other gender. We are human amuse bouche For God knows alone, Who? Only a hapless genome seeking shelter From a newly coronated virus. We quake and shake In its coronal embrace Dream our agony, O Adonai, O Brahma, Is your death failsafe? What is the safe word For this nightmare, O Prajapati, Lotus Poet? Where are you? Will I be resurrected? Roaming Elysian fields? With my family? Fie on all creation and creators, That imagines this hell… Myriad times worse, than Your Biblical pit fires of eternal damnation Or the flames of Hindu Narak Vaas. Our worst misdeed was indeed Cruelty to all other animals. Look how mistakes compound, then rebound On us? We are now frightened submissive, At your feet. Will your children go unheard? Age without, child within No sages in these times, Instant coffee, Gurus and greed. Our rebellious innocence Plundered destroyed Is this the daisy chain effect Of Original sin? Was our devils Always within? Answer us O omnipotent Father Sacred Mother , Transgender holiness, Or Energy manifestation? Gluttonous offspring We fed on everything, We bred like flies, We spread our seed. As you instructed So we did. As you commanded, All of life To be fruitful, to multiply. So we did. Our boundless greed For the fruits of life Brought us death. The Virus too Obeys your divine edict Is it more or less Alive than us? We, who were wrought and shaped In your image? We turn to Creator Gods and religion In distress. We ask answers Staring us in our face. The cosmos is ordered chaos Or chaotic order. An ethereal balance between forces Good, or evil, angel and devil, Which we upset, to our peril. To everything its season, To everything due weight. Nothing but madness To tilt the balance To stack up all our odds On one plate. Live, let live And make peace. Conserving more Than we consume, Destroying only need.