When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
...
Sun's chrome rays
Wash my morning face
Parting it's ways
Through tamarind lace
...
The clear brow wisps
The smiling lips
The calm it shows
Are not my own
...
A Denied Appeal
25, Male
Skin-Brown, pale
Height-6 inches over 5 feet
...
A little long ago
A girl felt so alone
With a shapeless head that bore
Too much hair, too coarse
...
Breaking Bubbles
When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
'Do you know
Every life is
A bubble? '
I said no
After I turned ten
A sulking pre-teen, then
Amma said
'Each of a person's face
Is a bubble
Break the ones that hurt you
It works'
It worked
Now I've grown, evolved
So did Amma's bubbles
Whose number suffocated me
Deceiving charm hurt me
So I broke one of mine instead