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Poems: Hoarders Of Memories And The Safety Net

I remember reading somewhere...How children were taught young...At the dining table, to be precise...That conversation must never be inane.

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Hoarders of memories

We start some festive cleaning

In the fall

Digging our memories

Deep into lofts and cabinets

Out tumble medical prescriptions

Of my father바카라™s congestions

The out of range

Blood reports

The escalated bills

Remembrances are better of

With his music and books

I think aloud

A sibling cleans our first aid kid

Lamenting that so many are way past 바카라˜Best before바카라™ dates

바카라œAs long as it바카라™s the medicines, not us

That have expired바카라 I wryly nod

The grammar Nazi of a brother pipes up

바카라˜Products expire, people die바카라™

We are products all

Aren바카라™t we?

Of these strange times

The cleaning goes on

Spring cleaning brings its warmth

October cleaning

Brings its nip

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The safety net

I remember reading somewhere

How children were taught young

At the dining table, to be precise

That conversation must never be inane

I remember my grandfather mentioning

How some families fined their members

For small talk

My grandma qualified

That it applied only to the rich

Those who have to toil all day

Could ill afford time

To cultivate such skills

Discuss weather

They said

Only to help a fellowman

In the midst of flood

Or drought

I think of man today

In his island

Marking himself 바카라˜safe바카라™

All the time

I bump into an ex

Awkwardly

At the market place

We speak of the missing November chill

About disturbances

From god forsaken directions

That bring unseasonal rains

Better such talk

Than all the kissing we could have done,

But didn바카라™t

바카라Š..all the babies we could have made,

But didn바카라™t

All the misunderstandings we could have cleared,

But didn바카라™t

We don바카라™t let the small talk cease

The guard doesn바카라™t slip

It starts to rain

Taking our cues

We fumble for our umbrellas

(Vandana Kumar is a French teacher, recruitment consultant and poet in New Delhi, India. Her poems have been published in national and international websites like 바카라˜Mad Swirl바카라™, 바카라˜Scarlet Leaf Review바카라™, 바카라˜North of Oxford바카라™, 바카라˜Grey Sparrow Journal바카라™, 바카라˜Lothlorien Poetry Journal바카라™, 바카라˜The Piker Press바카라™, 바카라˜The Writing Disorder바카라™, 바카라˜The Drabble바카라™, 바카라˜Bard & Prose바카라™, 바카라˜Dissident Voice바카라™, 바카라˜Halcyon Days바카라™, 바카라˜Founder바카라™s favourites바카라™, 바카라˜W-Poesis바카라™, 바카라˜Borderless journal바카라™, 바카라˜Madras Courier바카라™, A Turkish newspaper 바카라˜Sungurlu바카라™, Glomag etc. She has featured in literary journals like 바카라˜Fine Lines바카라™ and anthologies like 바카라˜Harbinger Asylum바카라™, 바카라˜Kali Project바카라™ (바카라˜Kali Project바카라™ is now in the 바카라˜North Carolina Regional Library바카라™), 바카라˜But You Don't Look Sick바카라™ etc. Indie Blu(e) Publishing featured her as one of their authors on their website. She is also a contributing author in the short stories anthology 바카라˜Cocoon Stories: Imprints of Childhood바카라™, published by Authorspress, India. Her cinema articles appear regularly in 바카라˜Just-cinema바카라™ and Daily Eye. She was a jury member for the 바카라˜All India Poetry Competition바카라™ organized by 바카라˜Cocoa-Butter바카라™ and also co-edited their debut print anthology that resulted from this competition.)

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