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...
dog’s life
Sitting camotes at my windowsill Looking out through the tinted glasses I polish my whiskers And the temptation to bark At my foes and friends out strolling on the thick green turf Kills me Moment by moment I lick my paws For that forgotten aftertaste of freedom I...
night again
I turn the light on And look for The teltale signs of a moon Instead A whole array of stars Fall into my lap And my thirsty eyes Begin their search For those fragrant flowers...
night
Slowly I get up from my post Leaving that threadbare faded cloak lying on my bed Flattened beyond recognition Devoid of me, emptied of presence As I wade through untamed grass Knee deep, filled with weeds I stumble upon leftover daisies From an earlier open eyed dream...
cloak
I walk the road less travelled to reach where it ends bewildered I am stranded midway where no man stands they either pass through this stretch or they simply climb that curve and take that foot bridge far more easier to walk through as it has a sloping edge...
Thirsty clouds
The clouds are thirsty now They had been quenching fires Born out of hunger of bodies we are imprisoned in They had been soaring Higher and higher They had been roaring Louder and sharper They had been thundering Lightier and brighter They had been pouring With the...
come again
With hollow claims of a life I asked for moon from the sky And the stars that came by Riding on the chariot Of the moonbeam I dreamt Lay scattered over this path as my fingers failed And my feet stayed glued I sit silent my head resting on sounds of castles erected on...
no title
Walking on thin air the horizon seems hazy Do i caress this river's surface? Do i touch atoms that come from nowhere? I search far and wide I long deep and deeper I laugh at absurdity of life I cry at audacity of death Still born I look for a reason to scream Till I...
new age emotions
in an attempt to touch the base of my vocal chords I cry out aloud and harsh I caress a ball of fur and my palm feels a hardened surface what could cause it? this subtle erosion in my soul it does not hurt it sits silent in anticipation of some new age emotions that...
trying to break free
circular roads never meet at junctions the access track that emerge from one point ends in echo of successive thoughts thoughts of intrinsic self contained parlance that myopic stance I sent in horizon boomerangs at my doorstep in multiple wavering...
