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 fall on deaf ears
The way the witch glides down the aisle
Riding her broom of wishful thinking
In the moment of wasteful weighlessness
I dive to emerge defeated, cheated
Yet ready to die for another lifetime.
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.
