Sunday, September 1, 2024

SNIGDHA AGRAWAL

 



Aliens

 

I stumbled upon this house,

as I walked deep into the woods

standing on stilts

made of asbestos, with tin roofs

It had no doors or windows.

 

I wondered who lived within.

Curiosity piqued.

Knocked hard,

once, twice, thrice.

There was no response.

So, I hammered down one wall. 

Easily came down.

 

I walked in hesitatingly.

What met before my eyes,

made me jump with fright.

Three-legged creatures

resembling half-human,

half reptile,

were piled high

up to the ceiling.

 

I wondered

where they had come from;

these mystical creatures

on floors and walls

hanging from the roof

upside down.

 

They spoke a language indecipherable.

It sounded all mumbo jumbo.

I spoke a few words,

their ears cocked up

but they seemed

not to understand.

 

Had I stepped into an alien place

inhabited by mystical creatures

from the outer world?

Were they here to research

the human race,

full of contradictions

full of self-importance?

 

Felt a choking sensation

fiery tongues darted

like missiles across the skies

I don't belong here,

I concluded and left.

©️Snigdha Agrawal

 

Noise Pollution

 

Outram Ghat...

full moon night

couple sitting on the steps

with packets of "jhalmuri"[1]

“doesn't taste so good,

mustard oil is missing"

says he...

"your taste buds are dead

smoking Charminar cigarettes"

says she...

An argument ensues

grains of muri fly in the air

River Hooghly says

"Take your fight elsewhere"

Ashamed, the couple repent

for raising their voices,

for polluting the air.

©️Snigdha Agrawal

 

[1] Spicy Puffed Rice

 

Thin Line Between Fair & Foul

 

The world seems so mysterious

deepening with current events

distorting images held

of what is fair, what is foul

 

Everything is so entwined

woven into a lace

one of its kind.

Actors on stage playing their parts

refusing to leave

Despite being unwanted,

being booed

Disallowing entry of winners

Thus, closing the doors

for a better world

©️Snigdha Agrawal

 

SNIGDHA AGRAWAL

 

SNIGDHA AGRAWAL (nee Banerjee) is Bengali born, raised, and educated in a cosmopolitan environment, with exposure to the Eastern and Western cultures, imbibing the best of both worlds.  With more than two decades of experience working in the corporate sector, her outlook on life is balanced, reflected in her writings. A versatile writer, she writes all genres of poetry, prose, short stories, travelogues, and hotel/restaurant reviews on TripAdvisor, under the pen name ‘puchka’.  A published author of four books, the latest titled TRAIL MIX, is a book of short stories for all mindsets.  She lives in Bangalore (Karnataka), India.

 

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