Tuesday, February 15, 2011


_' cinders '

the word is soft on the senses
its meaning grows upon me
light born of a heated object
so i look at your being
losing myself in your thoughts
till i surface in your irises
a tear like liquid gasoline
dousing the cinders of sorrow
aglow with my agonies
your incandescence


original / zg ..

Friday, December 31, 2010

in memoriam

since her passage on november 23rd 2010 my mother is physically absent .. her love for flowers, plants, theater, the arts , life and people is all around me.. in every expression of love that i come across i should find her resonance ..

( smt. pragnya mukerjee b: 31st august 1927 )

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

in memoriam

my father always thought of himself as a theater person - { first and last ) --

his livelihood or occupation was that of a bureaucrat

his acting endeavours spanned from 1934 to 2004

it is safe to describe him as a passionate amateur theater artist

i am a part of him and he remains a part of me ..

in remembrance

shashank shekhar mukerjee ( april 7 1922 - september 9 2010 )

Saturday, March 27, 2010

aura. osi

' insomnia '

tranquilizing voicings with a tender aura
anesthetic, analgesic, soporific

the phonetics were simple,the diction was soft
the cadence was warm and the season was summer

captives to a melody we heard in silence
the psychedelics of the moon on the sea shore

the night was a denial of reality
erasing the nightmare of a sweltering day

it is not tactile and it is not tangible
and only with closed eyes can i see that aura ..

original / z.g.

[ Ed : Line 10 - and i have to close my eyes to see that aura ]

Note :

Dear friends & co-writers at OSI ,

Unavoidable circumstances compel me to take leave from participating further at our Dear Meme for an indefinite period. Writing at my Blogs Somewhere Beyond & Insanity in Sanity is also on a halt.

While feigning to be a writer all the while I learnt so much from each one of you, & there is not a single writer to whom I do not owe my thanks , so kindly forgive me for not mentioning any of you by name. I think of all of you as my worthy classmates
& owe my gratitude to each one of you.

Please believe me when I say that I do not have the heart that would hurt a Poet .Still if you have reason to believe that I have caused you pain I believe you will forgive me with a smile .

I am sure you will continue to bring joy and richness to the lives of your readers through your contributions to One Single Impression _ The Meme I was always proud to be a part of ..

Zoya Gautam

Monday March 29 2010



Saturday, March 20, 2010


' laundry '

i have often seen them
dangling from the clotheslines
something worn or worn out
a woman's flimsy gown
voicing an unknown longing
those blue collared denims
articulating toil
a toddler's nappies
shouting unrestrained joy
old faded pyjamas
rumbling of arthritis ,
that wild floral t shirt
oscillates adolescence ,
while the wind goes along
each pocket and hollow ,
through the pillow covers ,
reliquaries of truth ,
or blueprints of aches
and ecstatic moanings
made of ordinariness
murmured to oneself
and vaporized in thin air ..

original / z.g.

[Ed: Line 13 - oscillating adolescence
Line 14 - the wind does go along ]

Saturday, March 13, 2010


' azure agonies '

i let my thoughts go
winding across ground zero
from an empty nothingness
down a labyrinth of blues
through the twin towers
of many stories
of many voices
of many colors
where they held the placards
where they lit the candles
bracing the something-ness of life
from where a dove flies
and merges into the ether
of a limitless blue space
i know it looks the same
from wherever you are ,
i open the window
unsurely, hesitatingly
to let the sky in ..

original / z.g.

[ Ed : Line 4 - down a labyrinth of pain ]

Ref :

( To - - - mark the International Day of Peace, renowned primatologist and humanitarian Dr. Jane Goodall - - visited Ground Zero with a small group that included the Reverend Lyndon Harris, formerly of St. Paul’s Chapel - - the little chapel that stood through 9/11 and served as a relief center for workers who toiled many months at Ground Zero.The group flew Giant Peace Dove puppets at the site, to express their desire for a world where war and violence are things of the past - - )

Saturday, March 6, 2010

running .osi

' marathon '

the bills go through the roof
prices sting like a bee
costs pinch like a cranky shoe
paucity tries to hide
beneath a frayed carpet
the curtain is opaque
but the news slips through
the hole in the pocket
cleverer than a stitch
the steam in the oven
cooks up the tempers
running out of hand
with no finishing line
when you run a family ..

original / z.g.

( Ed : line 1 - bills go over the rooftop
line 7 -but the news gets through )