Umpteen timesHave I been foodAnd at times preyTo a man’s hunger,Now who is your father. Once in a month, three daysMy womb weptTears of bloodTill the day you sprouted And I graduated fromA private shame to aPublic honour. Not as easy as a fruit that can be pluckedNot as easy as an egg to layContinue reading “Woe, Owe and Vow”
I feel her as I feel A misty breeze Fresh, inspiring From her locks, the red rose smiles Like her overwhelmed lips In the infinite web of her thought An adventurer, I was trapped Once busy life, now empty Once empty heart, now full Longs for a smile Longs for love No longer – AContinue reading “Longings”
Hi friends, Thanks to your awesome encouragement and comments. I just now uploaded my first publication in Amazon Kindle, titled INSIDE OUT :: A householder’s Sojourn. It is FREE in KINDLE UNLIMITED. A free edition is available from 13th to 17th November. Please leave your reviews, ratings and comments and encourage. It is priced Rs.Continue reading “I am Excited”
There she goes A lone traveller In the road of nostalgia Looking at the home of childhood Homesick! The happy memories of an intact family Her heart yearns for the home of the past Adulthood has claimed everyone there Homesick! Is all the love lost? Or is everyone wrapped up in Life? The home ofContinue reading “Homesick!”
All differences in this world are one of degree, not of kind because oneness is the secret of everything. -Swami Vivekananda
First, there was an itchThen followed the scratch A mild one, to startAn anxious later, a frustrated final The epidermis eroded, failed in dutyThe ulcer deepens, widens The gape is in the leg, wherevisitors’ eyes seldom reach The blanket of life’s everyday choreMasks the pain of the sore Laziness fuels, neglect pervadesTill fear deepens… AContinue reading “Itch – Scratch”
Our togetherness is not the togetherness of our thoracic and pelvic cagesI stand with the vault of my skull as the begging bowlPour me the nectarThat glues my grey cells to yours. Let the electrical discharges from your neuronsSynchronise with those of mine. Our togetherness, Our union shall not be measured in space between us Continue reading “Our Togetherness”
The needle of suspicionHas no eyeIt doesn’t see the truthIt has a point, a place on the scaleIt does not pierce, tearOnly vacillatesIt cannot rest stillOnly tilts the balanceOf life foreverWith the slightest movement of air. Needle it isCannot inject hopeCannot stitch heartsReaches nowhere into either of the pans.
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.