Sunday, February 17, 2019

I salute her, I feel for her

Anger is a mild emotion. I feel that rage but I am helpless. My hot-headed hubby wants to go for the kill. He will do it too if I don't stop him. I don't know how to react. I feel for the mothers of the martyred soldiers...

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I salute her, I feel for her

she nurtured you with her blood
she never ever showed her tears
when she sent you to defend the country

but she is a mother
she desired to see you once more
she wished for you to marry

she wanted a grand child or two
she waited for you to come home
she needed to hug you once more

she talked to you on the phone
she listened to you with calmness
she hoped for you to hug her

yes, you returned home
but in smithereens
not even in full body for her to hug

how does one console
that mother who gave you to the country?
how does one face her?

"lip service won't work any more,
we have to kill the traitors first,
and render the enemies to dust"

©gautami.tripathy 17022019

Monday, February 11, 2019


 Maa wants me to send her my pics. I do that but sometimes the photos are horrible but it doesn't really matter. I sent the following photo yesterday, freshly scrubbed...and wrote the poem a while back....

you always looked at me by
unseeing me
with so much deep love
that I couldn't fathom
you read my mind
you understood my heart
you nurtured the soul
I argued with you
I fought with you
never comprehending
your affectionate heart
now whenever I look into the mirror
I see you watching over me
wanting to see me
hence, each day I send you my photo
so that you won't miss me
and I will be engulfed with your love
which sustains me in difficult days
"I can never be you but always be your daughter
made on your mold, with love to hold"


a piece of my heart

#ClassOf2019 #Poeming #Poetry

each one of you holds
a piece of my heart

every year this time
you lovingly part

love and sadness
fight within the heart

with each outgoing batch
I lose in you some part

yet I will never ask you
to stop or pause

when you reach new heights
that would be rewards enough

"dreams may come true, but if not
you would have an option
because that is what
you would have chosen"


Friday, February 08, 2019


#poemette #poeming #poetry

the falcons flew away
one by one
and the aftermath was a chaos

such calm that I missed the cacophony
order is so sterile
it gives us nothing

do we need vacuum
which is not conducively creative
mind rots in such a state

I want the mind to listen
to all the unordered
I want it to accept the unpredictability

let the falcons come back
let them be what they are
majestic in the midst of dissonance

"I wish to fill the pages with squiggles of unfettered doings"