On the Loft
When the mind
meditates, turns off all the taps,
and sits on the loft—
cross-legged, like a tank
full of water, it hears only
the single leaking drop,
trickling into the ears and
filling up the whole
ocean.
Water, Water
Who comes first?
Jamnaben or the water,
the water or Jamnaben?
Everyday we anxiously wait
for them to synchronise.
Then Moses like she
will split the water
in three buckets.
With one she scrubs out
yesterday’s crumbs from
the tawas and handis.
With the other she swabs the floors
and won’t let the dust settle down
on our footsteps.
From the third she
rinses out our body shapes
from crumpled clothes.
Then she pegs them on a line
for a waterless tomorrow.
With water in her hands
we are made timeless
we can now cross any sea.
Note:
Tawas/handis - utensils
Minal Sarosh has a post-graduate degree in English Literature from Gujarat University . She has recently finished working on her first book of fiction. A collection of her poems 'Mitosis and other poems' was published by Writers Workshop, Calcutta in 1992. Her poems have appeared in The Times of India, Ahmedabad, Femina, Journal of Poetry Society India, The Silken Web, Winners Vol. III Mosiac, I Me Myself (Unisun Publications), among others; and have won in various competitions including the All India Poetry Competition 2005 and Creative Writing Competition 2006 of Unisun Publications.
When the mind
meditates, turns off all the taps,
and sits on the loft—
cross-legged, like a tank
full of water, it hears only
the single leaking drop,
trickling into the ears and
filling up the whole
ocean.
Water, Water
Who comes first?
Jamnaben or the water,
the water or Jamnaben?
Everyday we anxiously wait
for them to synchronise.
Then Moses like she
will split the water
in three buckets.
With one she scrubs out
yesterday’s crumbs from
the tawas and handis.
With the other she swabs the floors
and won’t let the dust settle down
on our footsteps.
From the third she
rinses out our body shapes
from crumpled clothes.
Then she pegs them on a line
for a waterless tomorrow.
With water in her hands
we are made timeless
we can now cross any sea.
Note:
Tawas/handis - utensils
Minal Sarosh has a post-graduate degree in English Literature from Gujarat University . She has recently finished working on her first book of fiction. A collection of her poems 'Mitosis and other poems' was published by Writers Workshop, Calcutta in 1992. Her poems have appeared in The Times of India, Ahmedabad, Femina, Journal of Poetry Society India, The Silken Web, Winners Vol. III Mosiac, I Me Myself (Unisun Publications), among others; and have won in various competitions including the All India Poetry Competition 2005 and Creative Writing Competition 2006 of Unisun Publications.
