My bittersweet being

The sweetness of nothing;
Sky and sound, silence and fury,
Flowers and smell;

Past and regrets,
Future and wants,
Present, thereby gone...

Sweet nothings and
bitter everythings;
My bittersweet being.

-GG

Why summer is sour

Remember?
That place without a name
Green and dark, just by the busy highway
Where we zoomed past without a halt...

Baby mangoes loomed there in summer slumber,
You should have slowed down.
I wanted to steal them,
Eat them sprinkled with chilly and salt.

Yes, we can buy the fruit, I know.
But stolen raw mangoes have a taste of their own...

When you meet me

When you meet me Death,
Mind your manners. I would rather not
die sudden, alone and bloody.

Any children

"Any children? Polio drops..."
Said the woman on the door.
No. Not yet;
but touched to see a system on the go...

This is not the first time I have been asked, "Any children, we have come to give polio drops" by health workers walking door to door in the middle of a hot, sweltering afternoon.
Feels so good, so touched, can't express it enough.
I do swear at the 'system' gone all wrong, but I get mild and apologetic in my random, impulsive accusations everytime I remember the unsolicited bells in the middle of the afternoon and gentle inquiries from these women... Something is in place, something is going on afterall, in spite, or amidst all the corruption, red tape and controversies

Cover up!

Just as you flush after you shit,
Must you cover after you dig...

Children getting stuck in bore-wells left uncovered is becoming way too common.
Fodder for news channels, horror for the country...

Names that got famous overnight for reasons very callous: You may want to read this and this

Say something

For all those who read
and tip-toe away. How about dropping
a hello, hi or bye???

(It would be much better and encouraging if all of u could leave your feedback than simply blog-hopping from Life rules to Haiku without ever letting in a word... :)

In the heat of a stove,
And the cut of a knife you strive.
And yet you are called 'just a housewife'...

Woman's day brooding over...