suffocated breaths on busy roads laden with history -manipulative voices steeped in the art of politics Honesty is an exception here…. I sigh with relief as I hear -finally the time has come to go back home Delhi was never mine…. soothing monsoon straightforwardness -a familiar tongue of Mumbai pulls me back to … Continue reading Going back home
Tsunamis reveal deep unrest buried in watery depths -going overboard without a cause where does the angst come from? -Are the bottoms of water and earth interconnected at the roots? The sky giving nonchalant support Nature trolls last vestiges of humanity and its remains…. https://dversepoets.com/2019/03/25/troll/
wolves that feed my inner world cause me to rebel -take a stance fight or fly win or lose laugh or cry reminisce churn regurgigate -become poetry I beat it till it speaks an acceptable language -squash it in moulds to create formats -looks different from my inner suffering -gives me a mask to … Continue reading Becoming poetry
There is a time to come to peace Karma wasted, life's been a bitch I look back at the obstacle race barricades crossed stare me in the face Karma wasted, life's been a bitch I played with jokers, never an ace barricades crossed stare me in the face And I know, I made it this … Continue reading Looking back
Indian weddings are bigger carnivals than any other festival celebrated here. Décor and attire is lavish, not just elegant. Food and drink overflows. Dance and music is OTT, and can give a headache to peace-loving people. Videography and selfies override the solemnity of the wedding ceremony. The ceremonies can last from two days to a … Continue reading The Big Fat Indian Wedding
Believe me – I don’t want to spike controversies I’m just being myself living to my heart’s content. There may be no tomorrow for all I know my free spirit hits the walls of your cloistered existence wanting to break free. Believe me…….. will you? https://dversepoets.com/2019/03/11/quadrille-75-spike-up-a-poem/
A time to think A time to analyse A time to stand up for truth A time to stand up to power A time to make your presence felt For how long will you get manipulated agree, applaud, walk away with indoctrinated pride? For how long will you believe stories crafted to suit a purpose … Continue reading A time to stand
There is a spring in my step – but not yet. It is a hope I nurtured for this time of the year. March marks the onset of summer here – the time of putting away winter clothes, making changes in the house to meet oncoming sultriness, planning lighter menus for dinner. But this year … Continue reading Uranian climes
I woke up with a heavy heartWhen did Hope visit me last?I extricated my vision from deep snowto see vulture clouds hovering above When did Hope visit me last?When did I look at the baby smileto see vulture clouds hovering above dissipate with a sigh in the last mile When did I look at the baby … Continue reading When did Hope visit me last?
