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”

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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