Tuesday, 21 October 2014

The maid

The maid digs out
The long buried crumpled
Worded wafers,
picks them up,
my strewn papers,
dusts them,
Puts them in order,
Trying to change the order,
A few upside down,
Some of those still soiled,
Limp, folded and dark,
Hark at her audacity
They still call her a poet,
Sweating profusely in poetry.

I am amused, sitting,
In the other room,
Measuring her geometry.

Sangeeta Suneja


Raat ki teh taq jatee hoo,
Saveray ki khoj mai.
Aur savera roz fir kahi'n kho hata hai.
Silsila yahi fir dohrata hai.


Monday, 20 October 2014


Deepawali, when
Every home has its own universe.

Dipping the 'clay lamps' in water,
And then drying,
To refill, their already bloated bellies, with oil,
Equidistanced, placed in a sequence and lit,
The god player plays,
creating a solar system and the stars
An imitation,
Bright but time defined.

Sangeeta Suneja

Thick skinned

Toying the turgid blisters,
I slept, snug,
They would burst in my sleep.
I had forgotten,
I had a thick skin,
They were as intact as I was,
When I woke up,

Sangeeta Suneja

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Spring cleaning

When the existence sweeps me away,
Like the Sunrise sweeps, most of the nights,
It is my spring cleaning.

Sangeeta Suneja

Gul ei daastan

Arz hai gulistaan ki daastaan,
Jo tootey, bikhrey, kehnay ko abaad huay, kissay,
Aksar dekhay, subah taq, bujhtey rango kay jaltey hissay.

Khushnuma see feekee mehfil ho,
Usmay eik taza udaas phool ki rangeenee kay kya kehnay!
Sab suntey rahay, dil thaamey!

Sangeeta Suneja

Friday, 17 October 2014

The selftalk

The piece of mirror in me holds you all,
And I remain human,
In spite of being god.
Virtually yours..
Sangeeta Talwar