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At the table is a fable with the chair of a smile  that the dinner of grief shouldn’t unsettle the bile  Dignity’s gable in the stable of even rank and file  The walls could be too high, but not too high for the stile  In the shower is the plougher with no room for rancour Continue reading “In a life with a shine: A poem “

We could be written off with the writing on the wall  We could be great towers, but no tower stands so tall  to reach to the skies, when the bird of sacrifice dies  in gusts of rancour and bitterness, as ugly reality flies  We could count a million years in only one lifetime  where weContinue reading “No more of patience: A poem “

The lock and key that you used on the door  The letters of self-rebuke never rising from the floor  The sea is an expanse, too small is the shore  There couldn’t be an after, if there was no before  If there was no cause or pause to think, no eye to blink  A hand needingContinue reading “What you wish may be a blemish: A poem “

Homiletic is the clime  of personification of sublime  Like the juices of lime  a purgative enzyme  Who does not stop to think  about the clutter in his own sink  But for them does the eyelid blink  those caught on thin ice’s rink  And he has no tears to shed  for the snowstorm in his head  ButContinue reading “The altruistic munificent: A poem “

A lullaby to love. Chrysalis’ butterfly  in motherhood’s pain, is not asking why  And on this day, did you obligingly say  Mother, my path is the devotion you lay?  And all things nice, if her unfailing sacrifice  was looked upon as her character’s vice  Then all her mighty resounding deeds  would be the world’s biggestContinue reading “On Mother’s Day: A poem “

There may be no aimless wanderer at the traffic lights  But someone, somewhere just loses the vector of his sights  Rage snaps, and is inflammable like a thin nylon thread  And somebody’s outburst can strike terror in your bed  A stabbing episode in the city results in scores of victims  The victims’ kin are leftContinue reading “Painting a futile future picture: A poem “

This be much honey in our tea  even if the race run has no trophy  An invisible diamond-adorned finger  Each moment we cherish to linger  The flight arriving, miraculously, on time  The beggar’s gracious joy at just a dime  Mum’s meal reappearing like nostalgia’s wine  Someone dear telling you: “you are mine”  What the disheartenedContinue reading “Happiness: A poem “