Time changes colours: A poem 

Day and night, this celestial song  as if the stars were an orchestra playing  even when the curtains went down  And I hear the sound…touch the sound  that not only reverberates, but also becomes solid  leaving little pebbles at my door  that I constantly try to decipher and know  feeling their wounds, reliving the pain Continue reading “Time changes colours: A poem “

They call Trump: Nero; but he is actually a hero!: A poem 

The world is horribly misled  In fact, it is like the living dead  Thank the media; which should be bled  It should be consigned to an eternal bed  Is there dirt on your girth  for not knowing who is worth?  Do you plan to sell Mother Earth  to people who were liars from birth?  TheyContinue reading “They call Trump: Nero; but he is actually a hero!: A poem “

A tribute to Mum and Dad: A poem 

The journey-fellow may be hard-pressed to travel  But he always feels the pain to farewell  There may be a mammoth blocking his front yard  But he is always onward like an intrepid diehard  These loans of stones are the metal for his drones  He knows that Dad and Mum are fit for mighty thrones  HisContinue reading “A tribute to Mum and Dad: A poem “

Eternally for you, my love: A poem 

Every successive lifetime, is more travail than before  This lifetime, it has gone way past twenty-four  And we are legend, not just folklore  Can we ever reap what we sow?  Does a fire ever see its shadow?  Do we have to be ever-resilient in always stormy snow?  How much perspiration do we shed from headContinue reading “Eternally for you, my love: A poem “