‘Grandfather’ – a ubiquitous bond of descent,
The link of our history, tied to the present,
He defines the future of generations to come,
Setting identities through his chromosome. Continue reading “Gold under silver – My grandfather”
On a city’s way,
On a summer’s day.
I see puffs of smoke
From the chimneys poke
Their very black heads
Which leave the city dead.
Continue reading “A silent disaster…”
Comparison, a small word to denote so big an action,
Something done so often, without much reflection,
Neither on the situation, nor on the ramification.
It is but to determine, to condemn the creation. Continue reading “To small a word to compare”
This is something my closest friend wrote for her grand dad. This is for her, her love for her grand dad.
Ode to my grandad, by Baneesha Bedi
Never have I felt a loss like yours,
That defies the very Earth’s laws.
One minute, you were caring for me,
But then life passes you by,
And in the blink of an eye,
I was here, caring for you. Continue reading “‘Ode to my Grand dad’ by my best friend”
From the threshold, looking at the brilliant blue sky,
Seeing the little puffs of white clouds go scudding by,
I feel no tranquility, thrill through me, lost as I am,
In the past. Lost in the memory of a year ago, today,
When a simple knock threw me into complete disarray. Continue reading “At the threshold, what might have been”
For two of my closest friends, who’ve stayed strong no matter what life throws at them and still find the strength to lend me when I need it!
Who is a woman really?
Who is a little girl really?
She’s who hides desires behind her frilly frocks,
As society hands her dolls, not building blocks.
She jumps and twirls in pretty, pink bows,
And learns boys alone are allowed a macho pose. Continue reading “Who is a woman, really?”
Following in from the last post, this is a little something I wrote.
I have never met him,
or seen him, it is true.
All I know of his existence,
is a book he left behind.
The man on the train. Continue reading “The man on the train”