Numbers measure my days,the clock ticks, calendars get spentthe steps I count to the market.They help me make sense of life,each digit a rung on the laddertoward meaning. Yet infinity waits,a horizon I cannot touch,a silence beyond calculation. So I compare, because comparison is comfort:my 8 against the neighbor's 6,a small victory, a proof that … Continue reading Make Sense of Life
The body loosens its grip on struggling organs, and what we call death is but a shedding of cells. The soul, lighter than starlight, drifts beyond the familiar orbit of grief. Planets hum in their silent revolutions, each a reminder that endings are only pauses in a greater rhythm. Saturn’s rings shimmer like gateways, Jupiter’s … Continue reading Somewhere There
The banyan trees lean wide, their roots whispering into sidewalks,while gulmohur petals scatter like forgotten notes of a poet’s song. In quiet cafés, pens scratch, keyboards matchvoices rise in debatewriters, painters, dreamersstitching together the city’s pulse. Once, it was a place of rest,retired afternoons, drifting in gardens,the hush of old bungalowswhere time slowed to a … Continue reading So, this is Pune…
There’s a red light at the doorfor all those who thinkthey can coax me into compliancewith their code of conduct. If you are open to exchange of viewsmoving ahead, enriched by conversationHang on there…the light will turn green Q236- Coaxing as it does
The car—at the door.Headlights breathing.Suitcase— packed,swollen with departure. Her hand—on the knob.Not turning.Not yet. Fear— unnamed,a shadow without face,presses against her ribs. She almost— steps.She almost— goes.But the pivot—fractures. The moment— slips.The car hums away,its promise dissolving into night. She stays. Rooted. Silent.Bound not by chains,but by the ghost of a choicenever made. Poetics at … Continue reading Fractured Pivot
Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walkI withdrew my extended hand - confused Not a whimper of protest, not a sound -Is the world dumb, forgotten how to talk?Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walk They say-what … Continue reading Nobody’s shocked
Life is movement, but life is not always progress. We do slip back and catch up. What was unfathomable for me is life coming to a grinding halt, and it’s not death. These gasps, these moments of stillness, were not accounted for in my life goals. A change of geography and culture taught me how … Continue reading Impending
A fold of paper, never creased,No ink to trace the heart’s release.The words you wrote, I’ll never knowThey vanished where the lost winds blow. The postmark faded, never stamped,Your voice a ghost, the edges damp.I hold the space where it should beA letter lost, yet haunting me. dVerse - OLN#395
On cosy winter evenings, she delighted everyonewith perfectly shaped wontons and steaming soup Reluctance fell drop-by-drop like chilli oil or vinaigretteas she dressed the saladwhile planning the outfits she would needon her impending trip to the Wild West “You have your fifteen minutes of fame”,said the organiser, “may be less”“You don’t receive awards under the … Continue reading Crafting an Identity
We stand, not still, but swaying with regretswrapped in whirlpools of choices, chances, echoes of steps we never took.Each ankle bound by silent storms, each toe trembling on shifting ground.Yet here we areupright, undaunted, dancing on the edge of collapse. Quadrille at dVerse RXC #405
Creative Experiments and More 