She kept to herself, yet wanted to talk:
She had made the badge that let me walk.
Something about her was both happy and sad-
Was it that smile, or a wish she had?
Her life had run faster than herself-
With a baby in arms and diapers in her shelf.
Having made through all of eighteen Halloweens,
She was a single mom while still in her teens.
She told me she didn't go out much-
Her responsibilities and priorities in life were such.
She showed me pictures of the little one,
And a giggle broke out where there was none
The whiff of her smoke rose and fell-
Like a taste of heaven in a mouthful of hell,
Like life wanting to start all over again,
Yet happy with its choices, its pleasure, its pain!
I hail from the valley of Rishikesh, nestled in the Himalayas in India. Though my love for English poetry began with Shakespeare, my city has inspired my creativity. I started writing poems in my engineering college – on the ever-so-dear theme of “unrequited love.” I wrote some my best love poems there.
After I started working, I experienced various emotional ups and downs in the form of my quest for love, opportunities to travel, meeting new people in new lands, finding my passion, trying to better understand life, working with children, learning a new language and learning to dance. In this period, I wrote poetry extensively. Better yet, I realized that poetry was my way of connecting with people, and the world. It was the part of me that came closest to that elusive “purpose” all of us seem to want to find. It was effortless, it was beautiful, it was liberating, and most importantly- it touched people’s lives. For me, the most fulfilling thing about poetry is the sense of belonging it inspires when people discover that someone out there feels the same things they do.
I have written 50 English poems so far and I am looking for publishers for my collection. The themes are as general as love, God, destiny, my travels in India and the US, nature, dance, passion, and as specific as the Delhi gang-rape, a teenage mother, a Turkish cab driver. It is my sincere hope that my poems make you smile, cry, ponder, wonder, feel, and in that way, touch your life too.