The devil Prakash will have to pay his due: A poem 

You can axe me   like a lumberjack  You can scythe me  like a reaper  I’m a flower  that lost its charm  as if it shed  a useful arm  I see hope  as dim as candlelight  And in it, my words  flickering like shadows  I rippled in dreams  that were not shallow  But the seasonContinue reading “The devil Prakash will have to pay his due: A poem “

Dad, you are my king, please don’t ever forget: A poem 

Dad, this world was never meant for you and me  I walked the harshest desert, yet, it’s not the oasis that I see  The devil always gets his way, gets his way willy-nilly  He may have the trophy, but he will never walk free  They can think their fortune is in ruling the world  EvenContinue reading “Dad, you are my king, please don’t ever forget: A poem “

My silent claim to fame: A poem 

The figurines of reason and logic evaporate on my shelf  I may have forgotten my aspirations, but not forgotten myself  The tribulations of cause and purpose may last until twelve  But I know I can reach the height, if I keep the dig and delve  I have little periwinkles that stand the test of weather Continue reading “My silent claim to fame: A poem “