Truth of a common uncle


A hostel room

girls’ night


vodka and lime

one dared striptease

others teased

another gave the truth of

her finger’s first mischief

shhhhh! boys not allowed

spare the moon

that jumped in through

its gate of clouds

the bottle reached half

and we opened our heart

on things that mattered

on truths that embarrassed

like that of a common uncle

with a green-monster in his eyes

when he looked at her

little mangoes

to their bowels went dry

black clouds hidden

in big moustaches

his one thundering-laughter-bolt

on her lips, words were ashes

this uncle bore a pin in his thumb

when he caressed her silk-skin

to slake his appetite

her little body-moth lost life

this uncle walked chin-up

in crowded streets and shrines

the irony was how and why

were we guilty for his crime!

but this pyjama party

we played by the rule—

from childhood’s closet

we dared the truth

tnk tnk tnk—

the empty bottle

rolled ringing on the floor

lightened by years’ burden

this night we snored

and the moon

that felt sorry and shy

quietly took away

our secrets to the sky…

P.S. This poem was first published in Muse India. It is the winner of the Tahoe safe alliance poetry contest and had an honorable mention in FLEFF’s checkpoint contest in Ithaca Univ, 2011.


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