slogans of these triumphant lost battles
cry out aloud at my threshold
I sit typing my tears
and the peacocks strutter
in the garden filled bloomed with fantasies
rolls and rolls of freshly starched fabric
dance at their fingers
they chose the colors and the texture
to drape their fallen deformed shapes
ashamed of my naked staunch stupidity
I wonder how much more can I be amused
this forgery of intentions
the sheer apathy for those who walk by
nothing beats their enthusiasm…
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.
