When things don’t happen the wayYou want them to moveEgo, sitting on his throne,hurls the stoneAnd spreads The ripples of hurtAnger surges from the womb of expectationThe entire image of the world underneathQuakes, shivers, loses boundaries Anger is weakness. Anger is unworthy of a manIt simmers, flattens, compressed and unexpressed, fossilizedAt some innocuous pinhole, violenceContinue reading “When things don’t happen your way”
Men have their dreams Women have their dreams After marriage, they must have common dreams. That chemistry must be decided before marriage.
This is a world of competition. Whenever we come across someone who is better than us in our field of activity, We either get jealous or get inspired. The type of reaction reveals our inner strength. If we feel low about ourselves, we get jealous. If we are calm on the inside and our levelContinue reading “Zealous or Jealous”
An iguana crossing the streetLooks up, scans, scurriesListensStops a little, TurnsAnd stills. A greener garden temptsA tastier prey invitesFears vanishEyes rotate and abet the desireTo risk the runRuns the riskPerpendicular to the machinery of life. Win or lose, life or death, glory across orA corpus flattened to earth…Under the rush and rollOf blind tyres.No matter.Continue reading “Saga of Iguanas”
I am one amongst you. I donot need a certificate of purity I dont need a cloak of honour I don’t mean to defend myself, my virtues Or attempt to dress my shadows in colors You neither need Fall at my feet Or thrust the Dagger in my heart I am as good as youContinue reading “One Amongst You”
DEATH, I wait for your embrace Come hug me tight and squeeze out the little spark running in my veins What has your foe, life offered me.. A lone throne of priceless thorns Sinking in slush, In the midst of a lush garden of flowers. Take me into your arms and sing the song ofContinue reading “Invitation for a Long Night”
You died with the pain Of wanting to know What caused your ills For, if you had known The cascade of events That lead to the fall Perhaps, you could have stopped it.. In wanting to find one good reason, Often we fail to see it solved We search, we google, we doubt We review,Continue reading “The Limits of Curiousity”
You prick me Any number of times I bleed every time.. You grow sharper.. The pain and blood wrings out a verse.. that caress my soul.. Every time you prick And I shed a drop of red You ask Ain’t I sharp? I smile.
The grief from an oblivious past has sunken your cheeks The worries that echo from the morrow Have bent the corners of your lips The bows that shot cheers Are wet with your inessential tears Quintessential Fears The lights of a thousand stars are clouded in one dark wrap of suspicion The hairs have wrinkledContinue reading “A Brief Case of Grief”
This little volume of air wants to call itself a pot. It can never be the pot, but only the ocean of air. Still it clings on to the clay pot. The glimmer of a soul wrapped and woven in the fathoms, occasionally seems to see some light, probably that generated from the small creaturesContinue reading “Remote Reunion”