This is a narrative romantic poem Please leave your likes and comments on the attempt. The sleep came late, the faces of despair hung around…
Whom do you call your own?
Whom do you call your own? Blood, is it your own? Religion, is it your own? Castes, is it your own? Skin colour, is it…
How long can you grieve?
How long can you sit in stations, in trains, in buses, in plains, in parks, Up on hills and grieve. How long can you see…
It was you amongst a few
I lived somehow, medicines, pain, hopelessness, heartaches, of my own brought me down. Then, there was a rain, Slow, beautifully relaxing gain. Life never could…
The power of oddities
You might be wondering What oddities rule the clamouring, What grows in the mind? What moves in the soul? What stirs the body? Impulses, conscience,…
The lagoon of knowledge
It springs from the third eye. Bidding our entity a firm good bye. There is no girl in this, nor a guy. It’s all about…
The harrowing tale of feeling
When I lived quite a bit in life, I knew I had learnt to feel. Felt tears, felt smiles, anger, revenge, falsities, brevity’s delight. I…
Contemplation and sharing
I was taught these lines by my mother “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing” “Contemplate” she said. When you…
Have you ever lived?
Have you ever been banned? Dumped, thrown in a tight can, canned. Have you ever been damned? After being someone much famed. Have you ever…