Islands

So many islands Floating in the sky Not a single carries a home. Wilderness casts shadows Rivers cuts across oceans. Crows fly as navigated by the strangers Devoid of affections That used to be Trademark of mankind.

End of the day

Is this the night? Or the culmination of the day? Into numerous illuminated lonesome moments Or another cluster of hours Writing detailed moratorium Of my effortless inclusions of emotions Into another jingle That beats in tandem With bygone years And forgone...

theives

Flying high on hired wings The sky appears hollow The stomach bottomless Butterflies bleed to turn white Space too far Fathomless Unreachable Laughter born out of guilt Words shallow Smiles smug That shrewd sparkle in those eyes Steals nights and dreams In broad...

confusion

They say each night has a morning And a morning that belongs to every night But if i try and join tomorrow's night With yesterday's morning. Can they yield a story untold? Or a song unsung? Or may be a poem......

storm again

While passing through the alley Going through the piercing of ears Looking through the corner of my eyes At the lost ones Pacing up and down Hills and mountains Swimming across acquainted channel Sipping liguified gulps I encounter a sandstorm While washing the rustle...

Drizzle

When you drizzle O'rain You transport me To my dreamland Where I am me And you are The incessant rain Drizzling...

hung in silence

Did you say something? Something that I heard Or something I wanted to listen Or something you never intended To utter Your silence pierced me With words I feel most uncomfortable with From the moment dawn breaks Till the time dusk Sweeps me to The chambers I...

Lonely supper

I burn my fingers Trying to sift through the pages of calender Days are collected into months Months into years glued together so hard I try and live one date The day that carries a long tail Consisting of yesterdays jumps into an ocean Turbulant with waves Immersed...

shall I

I miss your footsteps On my threshold That dent on your forehead Your baritone Your eyes saying "I should be going now" I miss your absense Within my...

Half Moon

Half Moon by Pritpal Kaur

The journey of Mehar, the saga of her suffering, culminating into her evolution towards the end is the essence of the novel, Half Moon.

Photos from Half Moon Book Launch