My mother’s lipstick

Sometimes in sheer memory

I glide on smoothly

a matt finished lipstick

on my skin.

The color maroon

one November afternoon

I see through the mirror

the woman I have known

or reflection of my own.

Not any other

I see my mother

wearing Her lipstick

that compliments Her style

Her beautiful smile.


Miss you mom. 💝


Raining Tonight


Rain streaked windows and long drives

Lonely streets and lengthy rides

Songs on the play catching up mood swing

accompanied by the noisy wind


Journey followed by a dark night

On a verge of happiness, so bright

Moods refreshed

at it’s best

Kids playing by the street side


Driving on the lane for the night meal

To the window lady I booked the deal

Chickee Chicken with spicy top

My hunger hormones doing hip hop


People clustered on pavements roam

Eyes set for reaching home

And I reach my block  with so delight

Oh sure! what a lovely night


(Anne Baluch)



Night So Good

Everyone in this hour fallen asleep

So am I now encircled with dreams

One with a moon and a lots of stars

Another with a giant beyond the bars

And here I feel the heaviness on my eyes

Perhaps it’s time for me to lie

Come, smother me with fantasy

Or help me build a legacy

It isn’t that tough to surrender oneself

To dreams and hopes and lovely bets

And here am taken by a cozy flight

And here comes another “Goodnight”.


Skeptical Me



A little help available? , For a wimp like me?

I’m the prospect of abuse, And I choose to be.

Emotional and physical assaults, I quietly victimize,

To preserve the image of an “Honorable me”.

(By: Anne Baluch)




I am clueless whether  or not to question such a chosen life for oneself or turn a deaf ear, be selfish and say it’s none of my business (for a loved one). I heave a sigh… then think…then suggest, but none of that helps preventing any extensions to a friend’s agony of her unsuccessful marriage life. Reason is obvious and the reason reminds me of the quote from an old movie Field of Dreams which is: “If you build it, he will come.” I have no idea why?

The reason is providing them with a second chance after every second chances. A chance to welcome them for abusing more. The school of thought that represents “You need to adjust with life or sacrifice once you’re a parent” is acceptable but is a theory that don’t really apply in each case. Even being children doesn’t really provide us with a certificate of controlling our parents individual space or judge them, So you can stop thinking your son/daughter is going to blame you in a near future. Physical abuse for once can be considered a mistake but twice and repeatedly….?


Set It Right

Popping her head out of window door
Pretty curls in her hair dancing high and low
This car is too slow
This wind is too fine
She gotta take a stand and …….”SET IT RIGHT”

She’d be shutting her jaw, better stop her gaze
This reputed world never cease to amaze
Their eyes on her race
Studying her face
She better fake a smile and ……. “SET IT RIGHT”

Scattered dust that follows every shaft of light
That seldom is our journey in this land magnified
So why keep a grudge?
Resent or disgrace
She’s thinking all this long & she …… “SET IT RIGHT”

By: Anne Baluch

Time To Rain

Oh Dear sky, Let it rain today,
Coz I’ve stretched my arms
To let you drain today
For I know, that you have a lot to say
I stay beneath, just to accompany
intoxicated you, have lost your way today
To hold my hands, you need to come down
Coz it’s been enough of you stalking around.
I know ur huge, and have a lot say
Thats why am here,
To let you drain today.
For I know well, how’s it alone to stay.
(Oh Dear sky, C’mon !!! lets rain today)
By: Anne Baluch

SAUCEPOT (Women’s World)

Dedicated to all ladies 😉
It’s time for the ladies to take up the stand
If you wanna a man, fall hard again
Lemon & yogurt & ginger garlic paste
Grill it up with love on a hot grill pan
Simmer a bit jealousy until just tender
 Spice up with onions for him to surrender
Tandoori Masala is not what you need
Cooked boneless chicken with tomatoes underneath
Frying pan alas will have the magic done
Will deep fry the anger, until golden
Some cabbage & carrots then garnish alight
And see the emotions thinly sliced
Toasting the buns with a little bit butter
Will make him drool & dance a better
Try not forgetting a chutney along
So that you reside in his heart for long.
By:  Anne Baluch