Literary Thoughts of a Dragon Fly

May be this is not a appropriate title, or may be it is. This poem is dedicated to my grandmother (my nanima). I have a few handful memories of her, and i want to write them down, so that i can never forget it. Just something concrete, like carved on a stone. Because on days, when emotional turbulence in your life takes you for a long ride, you get these thoughts, that you will go insane, your memory will lose you & you will get lost somewhere between finding your life again. And that is why i want to record these memories. My nanima is very much close to my heart. But back to happy thoughts. From what i remember, my nanima was a very beautiful woman. She gifted me my first purse and i remember that there were always chocolates in her purse. So here is a prose-poem for her. PS :- Big thanks to SM for checking the poem. Heart you girl. Did my grandmother cook anything ? I try to conjure up her image from the hazy memories I have and...

 Poem at work  This is what i do, when i am not working,writing lines, writing a few more lines which make a poem. What do you do when you are not working ? Writing frees me, i am in a trance and i am floating above my mundane life and watching myself writing a poem on a excel sheet and sometimes (this is confession time, i doze off at work). I use "corporate resources" (adapted from George Saunders) to write a poem. And when a poem is finished, i feel like i am out of a different world. Back in the same old life, waiting for the clock to strike five, so that i can pack my bags and go home. i was listening to this song writing this song- Cigarette duet by Princess Chelsea   till we meet again, my far, few and dear readers, i love you all. Poem at work  she posed, then closed, opened to let the world in, shy again , she doesn’t want anyone to read her mind, to take a journey into deep labyrinths of her mind, to ta...