The Union

Towards the end of every sweltering summer, life on earth fails to keep itself pepped. Eyes go up, towards the heaven and hearts devoutly call for the tranquil drops to come down. Monsoon, clouds and rain have always amazed us. From the petrichor pleasing our nostrils to the sober wind carrying it, to the rhythmContinue reading “The Union”

Yin and yang

“If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or desperation” These lines have their roots in the ancient Chinese philosophyContinue reading “Yin and yang”

Shed The Drops

When mind is crammed and heart sunkenBut words betray and you fail to speakLet your lashes kiss each otherAnd a drop of tear roll down your cheek. Oh! What a blissful respite to feelThe lump in your throat, dropping through eyesThe heat of it, momentarily meltingThe agonizing façade that you use as disguise. How longContinue reading “Shed The Drops”

Senescence

The sagging flesh aches as the slightest of breezeNears to strum my skin,So I flinch at the sight of leavesPassionately brushing past each other, foreseeingAn impending agony.As the crammed, fluffy clouds descendTo rest their worn bodies on my shoulderI plead them to leave mine for I no longer can carry them.Keeping up my pace withContinue reading “Senescence”

Can poems written to be won, ever win?

As I scan through my Instagram feedI come across posts bartering poems for shoutouts.They read, “ The best entry shall receive a shoutout from our side”.But I want to know, “ Can poems written to be won, ever win? “For when I write, I write to be relievedOf the obstinate gibber stone that squatsOn myContinue reading “Can poems written to be won, ever win?”

Obsessed with Golden Feathers

Because I could cope with the pace of racersI thought I was meant for thatJostling a lot that came my wayI was busy gathering golden feathers for my hat. Nostalgic rendezvous turned downMany a D-days I did missFearful of losing that every secondI didn’t even stand back for my granny, who came scuffing to kiss.Continue reading “Obsessed with Golden Feathers”

I Wish

When you grieve for the waning moonI wish, I could allure you with the galaxy of starsTill the full moon dayAnd drench you in the song of hopeLoud enough, that you don’t hearWhat others say. When I dread seeing the sun settingI wish, you could tell meThat it sets to rise the next morningAnd claspContinue reading “I Wish”

The Reply

Rabindranath Tagore in Geetanjali wrote it as an invocation to God“Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.It may not find a place in thy garland,But honour it with a touch of pain from thy handAnd pluck it.I fear lest the day end before IContinue reading “The Reply”

A Quintessential Search

Monopolized by her absenceHaving tranquilized my gleeI could find peace in noneExcept being on a search spree. Inside the crevices of cracked self loveAmidst the tangled mess of insecuritiesI thought I would find herPassionately struggling for parities. I passed my nimble fingersAll through my sleek maneI even sought my implausibly artistic eyebrowsBut it was allContinue reading “A Quintessential Search”

A Matter of Few More Miles

May be it has been yearsThe sun in your life hasn’t shoneBut don’t leave your hope in despairTrust me you are not alone. A thousand dampened eyesStill wait for the rainTo wash off their soulsThe very dirt of disdain. But just stop for a whileDonate a couple of minutesAs you come to the end ofContinue reading “A Matter of Few More Miles”

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