Ripped Jeans

I wrote this poem on the prompt by the same name given by the Fb group ‘TSL’ in April . Its based on an experience I had on our last day of shopping in March this year, after which the malls closed. For those who do not know when ‘Ripped jeans’ came into being and…

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Lockdown Diaries : Saving Me

I don’t know which phase of the ‘lockdown’ or the ‘release from lockdown,’ phase we are in. I’ve lost track. It’s now…let me count…from 22nd March till date…around four months since this never-ending nightmare began. For all those who’ve counted, it’s 116 days as I write this and since I started doing the cleaning, mopping,…

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Mamma, stay strong

I wrote this poem on one of those ‘bad mamma’ days when my girls had both entered the ‘rebel teens’ stage. If you have children but have not experienced that stage or have managed to cross through it without being bogged down, then you’re indeed fortunate. It is strange how my own troubles helped me…

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