Yesterday while watching television a thought came to me. Mr. Arun Jaitley was being praised for his humane approach towards his staff. About his loyalty towards his friends. All this is really nice. I felt good about the whole thing. In fact it really feels good when...

when a poem can summarise a whole life
in words written from left to right…

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.

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...

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...

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... Unconceived?

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...

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

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...

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...