Thursday, September 13, 2018


Let the scars remind
of life, love and hurt
embroidered with
blood sweat and tears...
intensity be thread to weave it with!

(C) shubhra
September 9, 2018

Thursday, August 24, 2017

मेरी टेबल पर एक डब्बा है

मेरी टेबल पर एक डब्बा है
जिसमें बहुत सी टूटी हुई चीजें हैं
फ्रिज मैगनट, पेन, झुमके,
खिलौने आदि
वो वहां इसलिए हैं
कि उन्हें जोङना है
कमबख्त वक्त ही नही मिला
इस के लिए।

फिर कल डब्बा उठाया,
चलो ये काम भी पूरा करते हैं...
सामान टटोला
तो नज़र पड़ी
उस डब्बे के एक कोने में

एक दिल भी था।

(c) shubhra
21st July, 2017

Sunday, June 11, 2017

"If I were rain"

If I were rain,
the first shower of the season I would be,
quenching thirst of all parched souls!

Drenching all alike the birds, the trees,
wilting plants on the street
the rich and the poor,
the dance of the happy spirit
as I soak them!

(c) shubhra
June 11, 2013
inspired by Manjul Bajaj

Friday, June 09, 2017

How many?

She asked him
how many
have you truly loved

He replied
One! just one and smiled...

She smiled back
secretly hoped
answer would be two

That would assure
one of them was her...

(c) Shubhra
May 25, 2017

Monday, May 08, 2017


First it is awkward,
then annoying
and worrying
You see a pattern
and it hits home

There is shock
and pain, 
denial too;
Some justification
some attempts

Self wakes up
There is acceptance
to see the unsaid
hear the hidden

All is numb now
Life moves
Memories follow

Touch nestles
on the cushions
Smile hangs
between the paintings
gathering dust
Words play
hide and seek,
tired finally rest
on the tree in the corner

Time for a break
Narangi vodka
or a chilled beer?
or some Adel
maybe Simon & Garfunkel
Still deciding

All is numb now
Life moves
Memories remain

(c) shubhra
5th May,  2017

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!!

We live in strange times
what is seen is never shown
what is heard, never said
what is felt is not what's expressed

"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore
"hate you" doesn't mean hate either
"sorry" is no longer a regret
"thank you" no more an expression of gratitude

"I am ok" never means things are alright
and nothing is well in "I am well" and "all is well"
"nice" no longer is so nice, and
"that's ridiculous" may not be that bad

A lifetime is spent deciphering meanings
Reading between the lines and
looking beyond the words
Is a skill essential

straightforward conversations
are rare
life status always

We live in strange
"Love you" doesn't mean love

(c) shubhra
December 24, 2015

Monday, February 24, 2014

Our Poems... (Part 2)

Your poems were for me
mine for everyone but you...
You looked at me, for me
I looked at everyone and for
everyone but you...

You loved me but left...
I left you but still loved...

You scarred your body in search of me
I scarred my soul in spite of you.

You moved on and turned
into a family man
a lovely husband and a great father.

I moved on and turned
into a bohemian artist.
a single woman and a great catch

Our lives carried on
Our paths seldom crossed
Crossed if they did only
to move on again...

Until one warm and humid
August Morning...
The destiny intermingled again
The line connected and so did the hearts...

Now my poems are for you
but you are for others
I look for you
but you have to look at others
My love is for you
and yours is divided...

My soul is still scarred
looking for a balm
Your body is still scarred
looking for the cure

We seem to be the pieces
of a puzzle waiting to fit...

but you are still a family man
and I am the bohemian artist

single and a great catch.

(C) shubhra

21st February, 2014