for my nephew

This goes for my twenty-year old nephew Aditya (meaning the sun), who is going for his management studies, after finishing his graduation in mathematics.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~was it only yesterday I held you in my arms? a wee thing, crumpled face and wrinkled skinall skin and bones, nothing elsethat did not deter me from falling in love [...]

for my nephew

This goes for my twenty-year old nephew Aditya (meaning the sun), who is going for his management studies, after finishing his graduation in mathematics.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~was it only yesterday I held you in my arms? a wee thing, crumpled face and wrinkled skinall skin and bones, nothing elsethat did not deter me from falling in love [...]

gutted

finest piece he had ever carvedhe looked it overfeeling pride swell in his chest
isn’t labour of loveone good motivation?giving it a final polish
drying it outhe carefully hid ittears of joy spilling over
next few days he waited for the right timetrying to seek out her,
his own flesh and blooda convenient playmate for his master’s daughter
life [...]

gutted

finest piece he had ever carvedhe looked it overfeeling pride swell in his chest
isn’t labour of loveone good motivation?giving it a final polish
drying it outhe carefully hid ittears of joy spilling over
next few days he waited for the right timetrying to seek out her,
his own flesh and blooda convenient playmate for his master’s daughter
life [...]

drifting

someone has sprinkledcrushed dried loaf on the busheswhose crumbs the crows inspectwith much disdain incomparablewith those who are starving to death in a distant nationthese raven black birdsscrutinising with expressionless eyes opened to the light its glassy acids, squinting just as soonsearch for moistnessto go with the crumbsI am watching all thismy thoughts left to [...]

drifting

someone has sprinkledcrushed dried loaf on the busheswhose crumbs the crows inspectwith much disdain incomparablewith those who are starving to death in a distant nationthese raven black birdsscrutinising with expressionless eyes opened to the light its glassy acids, squinting just as soonsearch for moistnessto go with the crumbsI am watching all thismy thoughts left to [...]

slaves to whom?

legacy of his birth got blurred over the yearsby the virtue of their skin colourhis ancestors were captured as slavesalthough looked down upon, women bore the brunt of lust which cannot differentiate between skin tones in darkness of night
illegal from the point of view of naturehowever, is no match for brute forcepower, and much greedbody [...]

slaves to whom?

legacy of his birth got blurred over the yearsby the virtue of their skin colourhis ancestors were captured as slavesalthough looked down upon, women bore the brunt of lust which cannot differentiate between skin tones in darkness of night
illegal from the point of view of naturehowever, is no match for brute forcepower, and much greedbody [...]

can’t you please reopen the portals sooner than later?

I find that interpreting works of poet in ones own way is creative too! I like transcreating. This time I take The Lonely Street by William Carlos Williams.
The Lonely Street School is over. It is too hotto walk at ease. At easein light frocks they walk the streetsto while [...]

can’t you please reopen the portals sooner than later?

I find that interpreting works of poet in ones own way is creative too! I like transcreating. This time I take The Lonely Street by William Carlos Williams.
The Lonely Street School is over. It is too hotto walk at ease. At easein light frocks they walk the streetsto while [...]