He vented his anger over
Loss of glory from his
Space and place.
She was an onlooker
Holding on to promises
Of good and bad times.
His anger, manifestation of fears.
Her insecurities, conscious camouflage.
Then she screamed, and he screamed.
Neighbours heard sympathetically.
My friend called up to say that, the
Cracks on her walls have been fixed.
Lockdown has been a boon and a bane. While news stories point at a rise in domestic violence, there are also some families who have managed to save their relationships.
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I had a day,
And I said nothing.
We parted, smiling….
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Stood below a banyan tree in the vicinity
On a cloudy night where lightning flickered
I envisaged the lighting across the street
Adorned to welcome the festival of light
And the wail of the newborn shrilled the air.
The roots set to bond deep
Through tap roots and prop roots
Offering to nourish and nurture
Nature leads and instincts act
And a mother is born.
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