Mama Bird Laid Two Eggs

Mama bird laid two eggs, Now she rarely stretches her legs. At the foot of my aloe plant, Which on a pot stands aslant. One is bigger than the other, Because the other came later. Papa bird is always close… Continue Reading

A Wife’s Poem for her Husband

He doesn’t mind where he treads and he trips. He avoids spiteful utterance from his lips. This fellow mistake every word of mine for sarcasm, But we have over-passed the chasm.   He laughs most at his own story, But… Continue Reading

Pink Spray Bottle

It’s another hot summer day, She is out on her balcony, holding her plastic spray in dismay.   Her hair up in a tight bun, Glasses slipping from her nose, skin glistening in the sun.   In her flowy tie-dye… Continue Reading

Why I love my Frizzy and Coarse Hair

My sister and I were walking back home after visiting some relatives and on the way, she told me that she would cut my hair because my long hair was starting to absorb the growth of my body and preventing… Continue Reading

Now (Fibonacci poem)

War, Death, Crippled, Refugees, Cities burnt to ground, Little children without parents,        Blindly traveling into a future uncertain. Good Samaritans committed to help the needy, the unsecured fear for their own.          The escapee’s… Continue Reading

Paper Boats (Haiku)

The monsoon is here Muddy water in the drains Time for paper boats.   Grab the used notebook Hold up the old umbrella Time for paper boats.     (Haiku is Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of… Continue Reading

Mama’s Tight-Lipped Girl

One of my earliest childhood memories is of my Mother threatening me that she wouldn’t take me anywhere if I didn’t talk to people. I don’t remember promising her anything but she would take me out anyway and I would… Continue Reading

How I started my own Website

I started a blog on four years back at the peak of my depression. Those were the days when even the sand dunes reminded me of home where we must either climb up or down to get anywhere. My… Continue Reading

A Visit to the Grand Old Survivor – Budapest

Budapest is not polished and gleaming like Vienna or Prague, and I think that was what made me love Budapest more. Amidst all its grandness, there was a familiarity, some ordinariness in everything and every face. There were signs of… Continue Reading

The Generation in Trouble

I must have been around 12, one day I was narrating a story to my sister and she listened to me patiently. After I was done with my version, she corrected me with the actual story and then calmly said,… Continue Reading

Last Night

He was seventeen when he visited me. That unforgotten smile, dimples on his face, those deep dark eyes. I felt, cared, I couldn’t have loved. I woke up, with scratchy feelings, curious. What was his name? I guessed, but I… Continue Reading

I Live in Biryani Heaven

When you crave for biryani, nothing but biryani will do. I had my first taste of biryani in 2008 and I discovered it by myself (woo hoo!). I had just moved to Delhi and was staying in Okhla area. One… Continue Reading

To Reach or Not to Reach

On a cold Kohima night, the dew drips from the tin roof on the ceiling. No heater and no fire. All wrapped up in our hand-woven wool shawls, we sit watching the television. Two boys and one girl and our… Continue Reading

To Those Who Make Us Laugh

We can never guess a person’s ‘laugh’ unless we hear it. Unlike many things that we can fake, our laughter comes out naturally (most times) and is easily detectable if faking. I, weirdly, always enjoy hearing a new person’s ‘uncontrolled’… Continue Reading

There is a Lot to a Name

My maternal grandmother blessed me with my name when I was born. She named me ZENEITUONUO, meaning happy companion. It may be taken as a blessing to all who meet me to find happiness in my company or as a… Continue Reading