The moon rises to shine, The wolves raise their head to whine. I spent ten years in struggle. Taming many tails that waggle. I spent a lot of time knowing good from bad I spent a lot of time knowing bad from good. I know there were only a few who knew true respect, I knew only a few could unfold the drama. I know … Continue reading The full moon
For my grandma Amidst the dance of furtive chances, I wished just once, wished to be with you like the day, to dance with you in the rain. I wished to be by your side always, not like the night creeping quietly like a thief. I wished to be led by you, to live and love together. I wished just once, wished to be. I … Continue reading I wished
Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are pawns of The world, clowns behind the bar. Tears are a window when your vision is blur, yet you can see quite clean, crimson and reds, whites and blues of the green world. Green in jealousy! Green in the fields. … Continue reading Tears are good!!
Love is old when it strikes me, Love is not the funny freaky kind, Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass. It is more of always, it is like those old ones who stay together, live life free, bold together. They are blind or they bind? I never saw love creating jails. Love can make me stay forever with you, yet set you free, if … Continue reading But then love is now old
It is a continuation of narrative poetry. But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the winds will always touch him within the spirits of the white coat. When you love truly, You love alone and often freely. When you love truly, You see it clear, you see him and you see the world. You see … Continue reading I chose to love it that way one time
This is a narrative romantic poem Please leave your likes and comments on the attempt. The sleep came late, the faces of despair hung around long, kids on wheels, the white hairs flew amongst the blues and the greys. The sleep came late. My eyes were shut tight, sleep lady spread her wings over them. Then, you walked in, your smile gave a way. The … Continue reading This night I dreamt of you
Whom do you call your own? Blood, is it your own? Religion, is it your own? Castes, is it your own? Skin colour, is it your own? The hair colour, is it your own? Whom can you call your own? Those you love? Those who teach you? Those who betray you? Those who hate you? Those who love you? What do we grow to become? … Continue reading Whom do you call your own?
How long can you sit in stations, in trains, in buses, in plains, in parks, Up on hills and grieve. How long can you see the sad humans, bad ones, rugged ones, kind ones, sweet ones, mourning people. How long can you grieve? Grieve for a home, Grieve for a bed, Grieve others have more, Grieve for your sore. How long can you grieve? Even … Continue reading How long can you grieve?
I lived somehow, medicines, pain, hopelessness, heartaches, of my own brought me down. Then, there was a rain, Slow, beautifully relaxing gain. Life never could mean how we live to earn or earn to live and churn. I sat in a corner trying in vain But, then the smell of earth the smell of rain, Drew away my pain. The pain in, the pain out. … Continue reading It was you amongst a few
You might be wondering What oddities rule the clamouring, What grows in the mind? What moves in the soul? What stirs the body? Impulses, conscience, goose bumps? But, is it all of it? Or all of none? Ruling, scaling, scalding, moulding millions by day and night’s beholding. Strange is human behaviour. Which responds to the odds with even and even with odd. This is perhaps … Continue reading The power of oddities