A government hospital

The filth, the clamour
The smell of blood, whiff of death
Poverty, helplessness
Apathy, gloom, juggernaut —
A government hospital.

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--Gauri

Swing on a star

The radio played:

"... Or would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are..."

From Doris Lessing's short story 'A road to the big city'

Mesjay, this one's for you. I have been filling up a little diary these days and so the blog's neglected a bit. :)

Where they go

The footpaths on S N Banerjee and CIT
were littered with near-naked rickshawpullers
swooned in sweet fatigue after midnight
till a few days ago.
It's begun to rain now
and I wonder where they go...

I love low-cost planes

In three hours flat,
Can reach the home I most love,
I love low-cost planes

Kuch zakhmon ka hara rehna

Us ne muskura kar kurede mere zakhm aur kaha
'Khalish' accha hota hai kuch zakhmon ka hara rehna...


- Vitthal Gharpure, Khalish

Why do we?

Summer sleep, rainy talks
Falling leaves, cold blankets
Seasons change. So do we.

Lazy walks, school socks
Scribble pads, chewed pens
Seasons change. So do we.

Red roses, touchy cards
Long letters, shy tears
Seasons change. So do we.

Why do we?

-GG