The City

I walked the streets

of the city in the heat,

while the rains came and

washed me and

then its air became

pleasant – all the while

pictures and words

were formed – some

came to get attached

to my mirror and

leaves, some spoke

to me and brought my

inner being onto themseleves,

others got lost in the

metropolis of crowded

millions; I got

busy with heartaches,

ambition and bodyaches,

meanwhile the city was

grinding me to make

me into a substance

of calm, clearness and courage –

it threw out the pulp

of dimness and doubt

and nurtured the

loving, trusting, frolicking me

Photography and verse: © Sanchita C 2014

Photos were taken in Mumbai

The Shelter

It’s like a drug,

it’s definitely an addiction

what is it in you

that I loathe to come

closer to you but

hate being away for long?

is it love that makes me

sleepy, tires me in and out,

overwhelms me when I come away

but gives sweet dreams

and a glow on my face

when I am with you?

anything else is not enough

I simply want this – and only this –
day and night

Poetry and Photography: Sanchita C 2014

My Country

Off I will be
to a familiar country
where the soil tastes so sweet to me
I will want to be me

The place which stayed stationary

in time – well almost! where my every worry

vanishes in its muddy ponds, bottle green trees and sultry

air like a child does in her mother’s lap

All my memories, much sadness,

a sense of gratitude are fully alive -

thanking the place for its existence

for they live because it does