Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 5, Number 1. May 2022. ISSN: 2581-7094
A Poetic Twain
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1.
Crow
By the side of the
window ledge
He sat perched on
the metal coated grill
Not forgetting eye
contact
Waiting with
defiance,
Forgetting all
table manners.
He was used to it.
Everyday fleshy prawns
were laid for him
By the generous
lady of the house.
She would ignore
him first but then,
His cawing changed
to a grunt
As if he was her
late grandfather.
Well! He behaved
like that
Demanding for his favourite
meal.
It was his right,
for after all
The house was
built by him.
Grandfather did
have crow’s feet,
She thought.
Strange are the
ways of afterlife.
The hand that held
hers
To journey home
from school everyday
Stays in memory
And finally, she sets
it free
Like birds taking
flight into the blue skies.
2.
Maya
Maya, you vex me
with your whimsical ways
And your unending
demands
Of fish fresh,
clean, deboned,
Decluttered
living-room,
Biased TV shows,
Healing meditative
music,
Ghazals on Sundays.
Soft razai made of
mulmul
Makes you smile
Like a Cheshire
cat.
Wearing your
bejewelled crown
And muttering an
incantation secretly,
You photo bomb my
pictures.
You could very
well have your own Insta handle.
You sit on my spot
where I am most intuitive.
As I stare
transfixed
You decide to play
coy.
Mindfulness is a
state of being
And there is a
ring of truth to that.
Maybe in time we
can switch places.
Ah! I forget you
have nine lives.
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