Tuesday 24 May 2016


The New House

I dream of a house
with no roof and no doors
An open-skyed-cylinder
leaking rain on its heirlooms.

My father says- "Don't touch it!"
I buy.
I find that it is occupied.

I invoke East and West,
Buddha, Krishna,Christ,
Mother Meera, Mother Earth.
Burn sage.
Sprinkle holy water.
Chant mantras.
Chant rosaries.
Finally, I call in the experts.

They simply ask her to leave.
And she goes.

Published in Women's Work, Vol VII

1 comment:

  1. If we can only find the experts when we need them!