Don’t get me wrong,
Not losing touch with what’s going on
I AM in touch With today’s stock prices, startups and Twitter-verified celebrities With status updates on LinkedIn and random Instagram feeds. But, I don’t know who my neighbors are or the name of our watch guard; the last time I spoke to them was when I moved in here. I lost touch with my best friend ’cause she is not on Instagram, but I do know where her ex-boyfriend went, and where he stayed in France. Phone conversations seem onerous. WhatsApp groups suffice. ‘Can’t talk now’ — I send…
Wake up good people,
Times have changed.
You can walk out and breathe.
Your life matters as much as mine
Any shade of human, not just white.
to hear words that are honest
Words that you don’t need to fact check
Words that have been thought through
Not ones that will instigate you
Get out of your comfort zone
Glass ceilings have been shattered
Paths have been paved
Your history is for you to make
Wake up from your slumber, Times have changed Democracy is back, and so is decency Lift your gaze to the world…
The smile on your face hiding your tears.
The curves on your lips giving away your fears.
The shouting, the arguments those stormy nights.
You would turn up the radio to drown the fights.
You would come out of the room to check on me,
I caught a glance of that bruise — was pretending to sleep.
Every time the door opened, your hands would shake
You would spill the milk, apologize for no mistake.
I hated leaving you alone when I left for school
Worrying every moment about what he or you might do
Why did you think, Ma…
A long pending massage, to loosen those muscles
that have tangled with the stress of daily duties.
A cup of tea on a quiet rainy afternoon, curled up
with the bestseller that has been on the to-read list.
A walk along the river, listening to soul-stirring music.
Talking on the phone with a friend from the past.
Finishing that painting, that song, that story -
that was incomplete for months, since life was running fast.
A hot shower, a long meal, a run through canopied woods
Re-watching an old movie uninterrupted on TV.
Sending handwritten notes, trying out new clothes…
Our family diligently eats dinner together
at our rustic table under a chandelier.
An abstract painting serves as the backdrop
just like a page off a West Elm catalog.
A bowl of salad lies dead on the table,
A slice of cold salmon on everyone’s plate.
All four members are on their devices
playing or watching, perhaps sending a text
Our eyes glued,
our distracted mouths chew food
We are all present — but absent.
We sometimes talk about the mundane — an Amazon order or an internet trend The weather, celebrity news We assign each other meaningless to-dos. “Whose…
That one look across the room
“Would you like to dance?”, I asked
She smiled, and gave me her hand.
That one long conversation on the phone
“What makes you feel alive?”, I asked
She confided, and poured out her soul.
That one night under the starry sky
“Is this forever?”, I asked
She kissed, and gave me her heart.
That one fight over a trivial disagreement
“I will never make you cry”, I apologized.
She wiped her tears, and gave me her trust.
Then one fight turned into five; into ten…
Scooping out deep seated thoughts, stories and perspectives and expressing in short fiction or poetry