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 shrieks
if I ever get up from my post
and walk away nursing my sprained ankle
I end up feeling disjointed
at all joints that ache and cry out aloud
for painkillers that put me to sleep
and I deny this shallow oblivion
until it reaches my inner core
to put me to sleep.
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.
