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”

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”

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