Archive for November, 2008

Butterflies are pretty things….

Come ye one and all. Lend me thy ears. Errr…. On second thoughts keep your ears to yourself. What good would having your ears do me in good old blogosphere?? Your eyes are what I want lent so that I can share the news of the good fortune that has befallen me. I have been [...]

Feminism – a tag.

It is almost like asking the clown at the circus to do the trapeze act. Of course I do know many of the clowns are quite adept at it. But is this one?? Now that is a million dollar question. I know I know. All this talk is very cryptic and baffling. Right?? You don’t [...]

Delusions

- a short story.

Delusions. Beliefs based upon a misinterpretation of reality. I live in my world of delusions. Delusions of timeless and eternal love. A love I feel across time across space. You tell me you love me. Do you?? I tell you, I love you. Do I??  Is it all a delusion, your love [...]

Hiding hurts…

Hiding hurts
Beneath layers
of dazzling smiles
nonchalant looks
blank stares

Hiding hurts
Between notes
of soulful music
pages of books
written words

Hiding hurts
Within busy schedules
of daily chores
the cleaning
and cooking

Hiding hurts
In the great outdoors
the mountains and valleys
trees, rivers,
sand and the sea.

-Shail (Nov 2008)

Oodles of Oil: A saga

Mother applied oodles of oil on our heads when we were kids. Years later I happened to meet an old classmate and what she said only corroborated facts.
“Of course I remember both you and your sis. You girls used to drip oil!” she said shuddering dramatically.
I don’t blame her. The picture evoked makes me [...]

Wishes… wishes… wishes…

Wishes… wishes… wishes…
Birthed from deep desires
Tiny colorful things
With pretty gossamer wings
Though to hold them I tried
They scattered far and wide.
Now I search high and low
In light and deep shadow
Flushing them out of crevices
Digging them from deep holes
Plucking a few off leaves
Finding some behind eaves.
No stone can I leave unturned
Each should be found and interned
To [...]

The day the ice was broken…

Ours was an arranged marriage. Not that I had much choice in the matter. It was the norm those days. So when I came to know that people would be in that evening to ‘view’ me, I took it in my stride.
I had my own views on the subject, of course. Not that anyone was [...]


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