by Geeta Raj | Dec 1, 2015 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 2 minutes Hum vaha seh yaha tuk aah gaya hain Hum vaha seh yaha thuk aah gaya hain Mugur yaha ahna she maan nahin ah gayi She’s come: there to here. What follows is the paradox of the Indian woman: “I am here but still in the land where I learned how to...
by Geeta Raj | Jul 15, 2011 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 3 minutes When I sweep the kitchen floor at night I hear you telling me not to sweep at night. “It will bring bad luck,” you would say. Now every time I walk under a tree or pick a flower or step on grass at night, I hear you telling me not to. “The...
by Geeta Raj | Apr 21, 2008 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: < 1 minute To my office I brought freshly-cut, happy-pink colored peonies today. Gigantic smiling broadly flowers. The size of my hand, stretched tip to tip. Abundantly in existence. You would always have peonies perched above your shoulder I dive...
by Geeta Raj | Apr 3, 2008 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 2 minutes I think I’ve figured out that you (blond, blue-eyes, sculpted lips) occupy a space of simplicity in me. that you are the opposite of the kind of the LRA kidnapping and torturing children, that now run to towns every night to sleep to avoid...
by Geeta Raj | Dec 22, 2005 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 1 minute The midget on 13th street tries to put her briefcase on the ledge. Her arms hurt from reaching. She says to herself: “this world just doesn’t fit me.” In Mt. Pleasant, Monica finds a familiar looking dog dragging his tail and himself. He’s all...
