hideous righteousness

In those slums
Stones quivered in her guts;
The harrowing throes of her ailing mother,
kept on heavy medication,
throbbed neath the unrepairable cracks of her heart;

Fangs bared,
the unlawful wail and insane burble
was finally tamed

Aeons passed;
Bursting with more gravels and boulders
Insane throbs and wails in her gut
plumbing the depth of despair
one day she trod in the land of souls
where her sinful burble
was neither loud nor unlawful
but was lent a compassionate ear,
without bellyaching;

where riches of heart
worth more than a king’s ransom,
She fathomed:
the need for substantiation
was the grandest loss of the soul

She reflected back when gutted
and discovered
the hum of her heart
the song of her soul
the flavour of family
and lasting love
was always there

hidden underneath
the commonplace righteous


Published by Smita

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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