An ink stained desk, a drawer that is stuck
A shelf with the Chartered Accountant’s neatly stacked files, and his granddaughter’s picture
A singer from the 70’s singing softly in the background while a mother hums in the kitchen…
Category: Poetry
The voice of the heart comes out in poetry
Every moment tells us: memento mori
The Odyssey Of Your Life
I’ve heard that life is a metaphor
but
maybe
you don’t need to decode it
just live through it like art
raw and real
through mistakes and lessons
but full of colour.
A whiff of April
The frost begins to melt away and the fog makes way for clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds emerge and a radiant yellow sun smiles its best smile. Roses, jasmine and bougainvillea bloom like they’ve never before, The breeze is warm and the afternoons sultry. The ice and gloom has drifted away to make room…
I fell in love in the morning
One morning I fell in love
Far from the shallow
It happens in the most unexpected ways. When you’re going about your daily routine
Decorating pain
We decorate pain in everyday life. Amidst the intricacies of nature and labyrinth of creation, we find ways to decorate pain Through stormy hail and torrential rains, we decorate pain with a dainty rainbow, In the darkest nights we decorate pain with specks of shimmering stars. Through the circle of life, the blooming and withering…
The purpose of art
Is art about finding the right canvas, vibrant colours, and perfect set of brushes? Is it about the way the easel stands facing the light so you notice every stroke of paint, every dot and splash?
Zombie
The sun is bright and harsh Searing through the vast sky Onto deserted roads And empty boulevards that once held ringing laughter.
The strange cosmic siblings
4.6 billion years ago Amidst a disc of gas, dust and rocky bodies, the infant sun is born Over time, out of the chaos orbs of planets are formed One of them- Theia, comes charging towards the young earth with a gigantic impact Resulting in a swirling molten bright mess of magma rain clouds- synestia…
The zenith of words
Words. They hold so much vigour, The power to create, the power to destroy. Words. They are the instrument of expression Painting every emotion. Words. They are music to the ears Creating a rhapsody to remember. Words. They are a writer’s pride A priceless gift from the muse. Words. They hold life and meaning And…
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