Category Archives: Family

The Day She Slapped Her Dog

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The day her dog growled and jumped

on her,

he slashed her knee.

His paws drew blood

from her skin,

leaving behind three scarlet lines.

Her leg stung and

she hit the dog’s face.

It threw him off his paws

and he lay there whining.

When he regained his balance

he crawled next to her,

rested his head on her lap,

apologizing wordlessly.

She stroked him softly

under his drooping brown ears.


She was reminded of the day

she called her sister a bitch.

The day the hard rubber of her mother’s chappal

left an imprint on her skin.

She was reminded of her mother

stroking her forehead

while the skin on her own face

burned with awakened blood.

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Going to College

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Wrote this 2 years ago before starting college. it’s nice to read it now and think about that first feeling!

to new Beginnings!

The sun sets and my mind wanders to the full moon in the sky that is gleaming with its fresh victory. “It won’t be time before the sun beats you again”, I whisper to the delighted moon. It is the end of today and tomorrow marks a new beginning. 2nd September, the day I commence a new phase of my life. It is a new beginning, one that most people get, but only some respect. It marks the end of the part of me that came home at night to a family dinner, or the part of me who had everything she wanted moments after the words left her mouth. I was stepping into a new life – independence is a positive way to put it, loneliness the flipside.

Next morning I woke up and looked outside my window for the last time before I left home. The overwhelming excitement of a was start lost in the sudden realization that the beginning of college also marks an end. Will I ever live at home again? The beginning is a milestone, it’s a step to reach for more, to be more. Nothing is mapped out for you for tons of options – you can pick one.  Opportunities are given to a person, but how you walk on that path will mould you.

A beginning connects to an end so profoundly that their link forms time in itself. The beginning of a day is the end of a night, and the end of the day brings back the darkness in the sky. College is the next step in my life and since it will be crucial in shaping the road after, I have to step with my best foot forward. As I shut the door of my room for the final time, I come to terms with the end and look onto the horizon to the twilight of my start.

People may see the glass half empty, but the glass I see is half full.

At the Mercy of Our Heartbeats

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I wanted to write this poem since 7th grade, when my grandmom passed away. I wrote it in my head for years before I had the courage to put pen to paper.

At the Mercy of our Heartbeats

There, she lay, on the floor,

Lifeless and cold,

Hair-raisingly unfamiliar,

Startlingly old.

 

She is sleeping in a slumber,

Deeper than it appears,

She is blue, but pacified,

She has transcended life and death, our ineluctable fears.

 

I enter the sea of unfamiliar faces,

The only familiar one at a loss to look at me,

They envelope me in embraces,

But I am not even tearing,

My face of wonder outlandish, in a sea of mourning faces.

 

The race at its climax,

Destiny passes the baton,

Something changes in that moment,

Death’s victory foregone.

 

My mother and aunt enter,

their tears breaking their shoulder,

their mother on the floor

never looking a day older.

 

She locks me in her arms,

“It’s alright love, death is a part of life”

I smile feebly,

My mind in a sudden strife.

 

“She is dead,” I say aloud,

Hoping for it to sink in

The realization of her loss,

A starving lion’s teeth in a zebra’s skin.

 

“But she is here ma, she is here,”

“Love, her heart doesn’t beat,

she is abandoned by her pulse,”

wide-eyed I say, “maybe if we entreat?”

 

I couldn’t digest the change

That had occurred within her,

She looked the very same yesterday,

The claws of death nowhere near.

 

What changes when one dies?

What leaves the body?

Where are all her smiles and cries,

Where is her living glory?

 

I live at the mercy of my heartbeat,

Although I never stop to think

If it skips a moment,

It takes away everything.

 

Love, religion and belief stand powerless,

When the soul escapes me,

Does one suffer at death?

Or are you set free?

 

Why do we measure life in time,

When the end is certain,

Like the epilogue of a play

And the drop of the red curtain.

 

She is gone for years now,

Her body dust,

Her soul, the thief of her life,

My own, devoid of my trust.

 

I live on the time of my heart,

And thoughtlessly call it freewill,

Clay to clay is my destiny,

I am my soul’s last kill.