Scared? Scarred.

With terror in bold,

With love striked out,

Chauvinism italicized,

Like the sound of a whip underlined twice,

“Sudha!”, he screamed,

While she hid in the closet,

The one behind the big storage room,

At the rear end of their ugly mansion

Which led to the open, suffocating verandah

Where hopes and dreams lay with the dead in the tomb,

Garnished with flowers of gold.



I’m afraid of people who hide

I’m afraid of people who hide
I assumed I was mature enough to handle what people felt,
To know what they actually meant behind those carefully chosen words.
To comprehend what their big eyes were hiding behind the lying lids,
What would turn out to be when those colored curtains were raised?
What dreadful magic would those corneas posses?

What image would I see of myself?

But I’m afraid. I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of those who choose not to vent out,
You may scream and shout at me, and tell me how you feel.
You may curse too, but let me know what’s in your mind.
For I dont fear pain. Of any kind.
I don’t fear loss, or death.
All I fear is people who don’t speak their heart out.
For I have no clue what would follow.
A serene mirage or an erupting volcano?

Pact Unpacked

Of the same dough we belonged,

Got the same amount of sugar and flavor,

Went through all processes together

But sooner put in different moulds,

Of the same tray, thank God.

I kept moving up in bubbles to peek at her,

To see whether she was feeling as hot as me.

But soon the warmth felt good,

Knowing she was just beside,

Sooner we were packed into packets of six,

Being the seventh one, I belonged to another pack

But the god loving machine had a fault,

and I was pushed in her pack again.

She was happy that a kid would love the surprise.

Yet when our pack was opened,

The kid bit into her, rejoiced her taste

I couldn’t bear the pain anymore,

Wanted to be torn apart and mix with

her, lessen her pain.

But she was gone and I was dipped

In milk and I preferred dissolving there.

Elegy to the jolliest uncle, who Lived

Elegy to the jolliest uncle, who Lived

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

This elegy is a medium to send love from me to thee
It may seem nothing at all, but futile,
Since people think you’re gone
But to me you’re still present in the early morning dew
In the wind that swirls my curls
In the rich who save love not money,
In the poor who long for God’s hand not land,
And most importantly you’re present in the words of the Lord
Which guide us to live and love, forgive and forget.
The moments I spent with thee, the blessings, smiles you gave free.
When uncles and aunts ate gossips and kids had plenty of cake,
We both in a corner, would talk in and out of little things
like getting an icecream at the lake.
Suddenly I go blank of thy memories with me,
Knowing they’ll suddenly return resulting ink blots on my books.
Feeling hurt when someone utters you lived enough or your suffering ended,
But your teachings of letting the world be, and that all’s god’s will makes me strong.
An 83 year old with the energy of multiple kids combined,
You’re the star that’ll glow in our hearts and throughout eras shine!