Freedom fighters: A poem 

It’s easier to pretend to be free  And sacrifice one’s honour and dignity  But we felt we were ground to dust  So, we vowed to do what we must  The prisons are in the dependence  Power is hungry for injustice  Our fight was through non-violence  The thunderous voice of silence  Decades went by, but weContinue reading “Freedom fighters: A poem “

You could only bowl a maiden in cricket: Just for laughs 

There’s many a quip between slip and lip in cricket. And cricketers, more so, are renowned for keeping their wits in the most trying of times. But this bitter batter didn’t seem quite humoured by the fair sex at all. Not since he was bowled out in a maiden over.  But maidens shouldn’t dampen theContinue reading “You could only bowl a maiden in cricket: Just for laughs “

Chances are…: A poem 

Chances are the tide will bring  a fisherman’s harvest on its wing  Happiness thrown from a sling  A child’s frolic on a swing  Chances are the orphan will share  a family’s Christmas full of care  The homeless will happen to greet  a hearth’s bright fire warming their feet  Chances are great leaders will shine  withContinue reading “Chances are…: A poem “

A thief in a thicket is worth the wicket: Just for laughs 

Burglary may be a serious crime, but that doesn’t stop the everyday comic to steal a funny from the backyard. But if a robber didn’t rub it in your rib as yet, you’re rather lucky. There are many who have lost much of their sense of humour to the burglar’s cunning.  But this mother hadContinue reading “A thief in a thicket is worth the wicket: Just for laughs “

Cricket is fowl in English: Just for laughs 

The English language will ever be the source of puzzlement for the learner. And every newcomer must volubly wrestle with the customary buts and puts before he attains a degree of proficiency. But the unsuspecting eye can jolly well end up in folly over the idiosyncrasies of English – like the husband who branded hisContinue reading “Cricket is fowl in English: Just for laughs “

How can I write poetry…?: A poem 

How can I write poetry?  When my life is bereft of a story  Youth’s riverbed ran empty and dry  when I did believe hope was worth a try  The heart paced without a lover’s embrace  Nor the face of beauty did grace  Not mine were the kisses of fate’s promises  Adulthood’s sky was all wishesContinue reading “How can I write poetry…?: A poem “

I wish I were (what I am): A poem 

I wish I were the receptacle of love  That fit my hand perfectly like a glove  That a revelation would perch like a dove  in my heart, like tongues of fire from above  I wish my empty notes were inlaid with inspiration  Lighting up skies, rousing up entire nations  That my wishes would sprout likeContinue reading “I wish I were (what I am): A poem “