Arches and pillars



Thirumalainaick palace , Madurai .



Listen ! With your ear phones off .

Listen .

Do you remember how we’d listen

despite  the distance

When we didn’t need as many words

and silence was understood ?

Listen , you might notice

my fears in fumbling words

and terror in trembling hands .

Listen, turn down that noise

and may be you will hear my silent

screams .





Crumbling mountains

“ Alone” , she announces .

Armed with the glue stick, she begins .

“ Can I help ?” , I ask .

“ Don’t interrupt”, her little voice is stern .

“ Your mountain is crumbling”, I tease.

She picks it up and chirps , “ It’s beauuuuutiful , mama . I made it .”

There she goes again ! So much to learn from my 22 month old.


( Thank you Lamzu for the art kit you put together , hugs )


Middle C , quivering thumb

It doesn’t sound right

Treble clef , hurried scale

Something’s off .

Bass clef , stern reminder

Needs to be tuned

Both hands fumbling

Starlight waltz blurred

The twinkle from her eyes

Waltzing down her cheeks

Needs to be tuned , yes ,

the tension in those strings,

the piano and her heart .



This is me

Eyebrows that beg to be shaped

Hair and heels that need some love

This is me

I feel ugly on some days

I feel confident on other days

This is me

I am coping with mental health issues

Physically I wish I was healthier

But I do the best I can

This is me

I have loved and betrayed

Been loved and betrayed

I am learning

This is me

I have lost people ,

Those I can never see again

Those who’d rather not see me

This is me

I have given up hopelessly

Then picked myself up

This is me

I am not as weak as I once thought I was

I am stronger than I think I am

This is me .