am I a river

am I a river? I ask thee and the roaring intertwines with the words of wisdom glances filled with longing   I cover myself from head to toe with my shroud and your fragrance fills me from top to bottom   I revolt against my desires to find peace in mundane shockingly...

falling in love

I fall in love with the day as I walk past these hours sitting idle by my minutes   I live each moment to instil this love in my routine to stay intact with me   I fall in tune with my love I eat whatever grows on my soil while I tend to this love in tune with my soul...

emotions

I wait for the emotions To overwhelm me When they do I wait for them to subside For to carry them Within me I need myself back...

the wave

the wave passes through I sing a song with idioms woven with tunes borrowed with words learnt in school a song of longing the song shrunk to a lore and my fingers get stuck to the wave just passing through...

awkward moment

to cut a groove in this life I read and re-tread I write and re-write the old testaments to create new amendments to love memories to live passions to scratch signals to cut a groove in this life I chase birds I ride higher I drive faster to arrive in peace to enter...

one moment

f I lived through each moment  I lived I could have been a poem Read and re-read many times over one after another I could be a story of a lifetime or I could be a river merging into ocean at my own delta I am over flowing raising bars for no apparent reason   if I...

the truants

When they come knocking at my threshold I gather them in my lap Handfuls And put myself on the backburner To simmer Till they turn into long meaningful sentences Till they extract design from the air they transcend through They turn into lores That my fingers sing And...

The verdict

I am a silent worded poem Written alongside my story Drawn on a rainy day On behalf of those thousand sheep I counted And failed to fall asleep I am a river that flows Through medieval towns With alive luggage laden boats That anchor at every Fisherman's hut To...

moments undefined

it rains  butterflies in an empty stomach to furnish leftover blank spaces to cast a spell over sad moments   a laughter wipes tears cooked and smoked over burning charcoal of a heart   a duck paddles over calm waters to assist chicks disciplined yet blown by wind  ...

idiocy

I make an attempt I try to put the empty jar in water It gets filled on it's own I try to stop the river midway It gets accumulated At the feet of my ocean Turbulant Rising into waves after waves Roaring Witness to silence Ocean has never uttered before I make an...

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