The museum of lost things

Keys to a bicycle. Photographs of grandparents. A chewed block of wood, with the teeth marks of a dead pet. A diploma, tattered at the edges. My baba-suit, enshrined in crinkly tissue paper. A large collection of mismatched socks.

first cry
my newborn father
wipes his face

(Published in Cafe Haiku on 01/12/2022)

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Ku on the theme of "Water"

drinking up a mountain of ice tea — summer heat Holi advent… all the colours of the water guns neighbour’s plants — Amma’s acrobatics to water them potted plants — we redirect or neighbour’s A/C drip after last rites resealing the pot of gangajal summer forenoon sparrows turn our dog’s bowl into a bath (Published in Cafe Haiku on 04/04/2021 for the theme of "Water")

spooky road...

Flower moon - Haiku and Tanka

buddha moon this quiet heartbreak of losing a father to his ageing heart muscles flower moon this May breeze has no sense of romance secondhand moon hoping the flowers last one more pooja yellowing the puja flowers thrown away at moonset ripe yellow among the jack-leaves morning moon night three the moon and the flowers both wilted Published at Cafe Haiku on 14/05/2023 as part of a group writing effort for the 'Flower Moon'.

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