Author Archives: Bhumika's Boudoir

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

Exile

They tell you home is where you are safe. They tell you home is a place to be yourself. Then they evict you from it. On a whim, a wish, a fantasy. Or maybe it’s destiny. That you no longer … Continue reading

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The Drive

Loneliness arrests me in the middle of a laugh in the middle of a joke, I just thought up. I scramble for a list of people to share the punchline with and realize that I must finish the laugh alone. … Continue reading

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Interrupted

[It’s crazy how this is the first poem I ever wrote. In 2001. It came to me, fully formed, like this. And some of these lines have been haunting me of late. Crazy.] Where is He? And who am I? … Continue reading

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Whimper

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. – The Hollow Men by T S Eliot Aloneness is carved so … Continue reading

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Hair

I count each strand of my hair To account to krishna Of my love and care. He tugs at my braid But stares mesmerised At another’s gait. My hair locks in dreads He ruffles the knots, laughs And that hot … Continue reading

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Verboten

I whisper his name among the weeds krishna krishna krishna He does not hear. I wear in my hair jasmine strings And intoxicating sweetness krishna does not smell. I show him sights familiar, familial krishna smiles, but he doesn’t see. … Continue reading

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Migraine

My migraine is a pulsating red dot in a sea of indigo A Bengali bride ullulating under the pandal in the bustle of a wedding hall. My migraine stops me in the street and says: Those lights are far too … Continue reading

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