I lie down with my arms around me
I claim my body to be mine alone
all the time listening to it’s every cell
ordering me to keep shut
to listen to a wail that sheds tears on my neat pillow
I slap my heart for violating me
caress my mind to bring it in line
I switch to dreams devoid of sleep
I lie to myself
every single day.
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.