a poem

a poem is what I yearn to be after ages of being me after being I and me and we after turning this time machine after having discourses unseen after arguing and dis-arguing after accepting all that came to me after soliciting lives taken after me after creating music...

you and me

I share you with myself and this whole universe I share you with my thoughts and these twinkling stars I share you with our moments and my crescent moon I share you with this Sun and these scorching days I share you with my dreams and the rivers of our fertile land I...

myself

Dried flowers and saddened smiles go hand in hand to sprinkle laughters around though hollow like a can of marbles I pick one and the other becomes me days of solitude become  personified waiting for the ultimate joy I keeps searching the name of an emrald I...

pain

Can I lessen this pain with a kiss Or put myself in a churning machine to come out as a clean slate and call out aloud your name can I lessen this pain I caused unaware uncalled for can I kill the waves gushing by carrying all that unwanted silt God grant me a day of...

agreement

I don't have wings but I pretend to fly and you agree you agree to my flying high and my pretensions we turn many pages at a time and arrive arrive where many had arrived afore yet unattained I take turns on straight roads and you agree you agree to my stopping...

Life’s prisoners

can I ever  cut short the size of my dreams can I ever fall short of sending warmth your way does it ever occur or it happens this way or we are  life's  prisoner who had gone astray   can we settle issues that arise out of nowhere can I fill this reservoir with...

try try

to fly away and take refuse to shun light and sit tight to cut the crap and talk sense to peep inside and tell truth to open warts and cry aloud to scream hard and stay alive to run amuck and feel lost to walk straight and make noise to tip toe and hide tears to not...

my cuckoo

As I lay holding my arms close to my bosom I listen to the cuckoo singing inside me my heart and my arms heaves in tandem with it's tune she is far away singing to this sad melody and I cringe right here turning and tossing thru this stagnant day not knowing how far...

sounds all aound

In this moment of suspended desires I wake up to sounds  sounds of melancholy, sounds of sheer impeccable joy  sounds of birds that play hide and seek  sounds of hidden heavens that I need to die for  sounds of this throbbing life I am witness to  sounds of shuffling...

noisy silence

When this noise subsides and the silence prevails. I sit down to think and the thoughts evade this cluster of words like a zigsaw puzzle  sits down in my lap awaiting my caress from this unruly heap I pick up love and begin to peel like layers of onion it begins to...

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