For my grandma Amidst the dance of furtive chances, I wished just once, wished to be with you like the day, to dance with you…
Tears are good!!
Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are…
But then love is now old
Love is old when it strikes me, Love is not the funny freaky kind, Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass. It is more of…
I chose to love it that way one time
It is a continuation of narrative poetry. But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the…
This night I dreamt of you
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…