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A Promise

‘Mama, will I die?’ he asked me

‘No my dear. Not as long as I have you in my heart’

He held my finger and went to sleep, in peace.


He’s gone, but I haven’t told him so.



They come

Kicking you in the guts

Shoving you

Down the gutter,

The grime

Jelling leisurely

Into the beacon

Of vitality,

Reminding you

Yet again

That some memories suck!


A Jolly Good Enigma

A classic case

Of the trickle

Finding a fissure

To vent

Till the colossal hit

The conscience

Of the unassuming

The impeccable

The ennobled motherhood

The staunch feminists.


The messy history

Of a woman

Wielding poison

In her waistband

And status


To usurp

A scathing milieu

Barely laced



Countless whys

Superfluous digital ink

Operating the human psyche

Possibilities creating possibilities

Newer questions

Feeble answers

Stories gone haywire

All while she sits

Concocting new rides

Into our brains


Celebration’s over

The local is legend

An exciting bedtime story

A palm to rest the chin

And probe

Into why she killed

Phasing out

The details


And murders.


Nisha Arudra


I didn’t know you till you passed away

And no more do I than I did before

You chose to leave, you chose death

when you were left with no other choice.

You lived only as much as I’m alive today

With a fervor now lost to the weakened winds

Yet I know now there are one too many

Who wish, desperately, in wrecking futility,

To turn this damn time around

And battle past that wretched moment

That sucked your life away.


Nisha Arudra

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