These brave stones are all in my bones These little pedestals, I make my thrones The universe is made up of two cones The material and the spiritual; we are but drones In the twilight hours, before sunrise, when a nightly fire descends from the skies, the dragon wished his Dad goodbyes The tears stuckContinue reading “God is watching over the wise: A poem “
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Purpose meets endurance: A poem
The tributaries: purpose meets endurance like two swimmers in courage’s brilliance No sun squints us, we have fists clenched The swimmers are wet, but never drenched I sniff at the strength, trace the long length The lyric is all over: future, past and present We have a distance, but the bridge is prescience You haveContinue reading “Purpose meets endurance: A poem “
Prakash, it will take an eternity to pay off your crimes against me
The devils of this country…: A Poem
The shadows are stretching doom over long furlongs I feel there are only barren pennies for my forlorn song I am a castaway faraway from where the multitudes throng And the devil is whistling triumph, furthering the wrongs He has taken my apron, my dough and kneading bowl He has too many weapons over-noising myContinue reading “The devils of this country…: A Poem “
To an old love (I’m still a lonely star): A poem
I touch memories of that December’s crevice; it seemed love couldn’t be violent as a nightmare turbulent stream But I learnt, even broken hearts can wade, then swim Why does December seem like a picnic, like watching a film? I can’t think of Santa being cross, not even if he is at a loss IContinue reading “To an old love (I’m still a lonely star): A poem “
Prakash, buddape mein jawaani ki deewani aa gayi teri zindagi mein? Hahaha!
Prakash, you are a phool (flower) or a fool?
Dad, I picture me at your grave: A poem
It is the month of March I see the flowers arch to milder days; it’s okay that the season lasts only till May I await a prognosis I fathom the promise like a widow at a seance thinking it is the last and only chance Outside, the autumn colours bloom Now, a dream may orContinue reading “Dad, I picture me at your grave: A poem “