I stare at the sky assume that infinity unfathomable is beyond humble minds of late starters in life. I came to the world The sky has been around forever and deep Hey! what if it turns out to be just an illusion? Layers of ether deceiving humankind Limited vision and fear of the … Continue reading A hole in the sky
Writing is a cathartic process It unleashes all that is dormant in me Lilting memories of long-forgotten sounds Drive me to sing along, till they fade again. Doodling thoughts on a keyboard Living once again, in the underbelly of life In dark lanes of insecurity and struggling expression Will I, won’t I ever make … Continue reading Writing more or less ….
Think What if you and I has never ever met Hallucinations! Elfje (Poem meter 1,2,3,4,1) inspired by Saturday Mix Image: trailrunnermag.com
Tell me what do you see from up there? Angst? Say how do you feel above the earth? Your tryst with the sky fired the winds to carry you above the biased air. Blessed with a vision and a sparkling fate You watch water and earth up from the sky … Continue reading Around the elements
I stormed the bastions of my inner self to weed out dependence, insecurity resentment and envy. Anger refused to go it protects my interest against attackers taking me for granted. It helps me against stubbornness and evil of those who refuse to see reason. Inspired by Quadrille #34 at https://dversepoets.com/2017/06/05/quadrille-34/ Image: crooksandliars.com
Food, clothes and shelter make people feel contented The take off point for fuelling of desires which shapes people differently. Onset of life, you and I are all the same till ambitions develop. It may herd us together or drive us all apart. Empires, fiefdoms geographical divides all that separates us makes us … Continue reading The takeoff point
Prosaic poetry is so insufficient to capture life. I am not Gautam Buddha. There are myriad shades of life. Joy buoys me, while pain drains me out. Pain scalds, and leaves its scars on the psyche. Happiness is used as an anaesthetic, a painkiller, a sedative or tranquilizer to ease the condition. Intensity hits happy … Continue reading I am not Gautam Buddha
The warm and cool hues the colors in the spectrum raise the mercury. Creativity calls for the easel and brush to paint my life. Decades float away My pale face in the canvas passes unnoticed. The intensity and value of the colors transforms with light. The dark self portrait brightens up … Continue reading Color of Change
The dome of that ancient temple speaks to me every night. It is lucky to have a shape that facilitates absorption from both above and below, and retention inside. The sun, moon and stars whisper stories in it ears, changing its look with their movement across the sky. The dome has seen priests, wily devils … Continue reading The Dome and the Wind
I see lighted lamps in the river, and candles at the altar Will the absence of these, make the human mind wander? Do we need the Bible, Koran, Gita, Talmud or Torah? Will the absence of these cause the human steps to falter? You cast me in your mould, and designed a warrior I am … Continue reading Gratitude
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