Pebbles, then ripplesOn open watersAimless thoughts driftAs a discarded twig;Cannot sink, forced to swimOn a sleepless eyelid!
Let the clouds unveilDesirous fiestas in blueIn delicious azure huesLet me savor summerShining through dewdropsCover myself in crystalsPouring from the skiesIndulge in the petrichorCapture the essenceOf rain-soaked colorsBurnt umber in the glareOf the monsoon sunFor August is here;Can autumn be far behind?
When lightning strikes
Into a million pebbles;
Amidst stone crumbles
And broken boulders
Our miserable souls
Ruminate the futility
Of seeking permanence
In an unsteady world
When a parched Delhi was craving to embrace rain clouds, the evenings were aglow in anticipation. Ramit Mitra of Delhi by Foot (DBF) adventures, shared this photograph of the city skyline with a comment that Delhi evenings are becoming beautiful again. The orange was endearing enough to make me write a verse. Rain-laden cloudsIn aContinue reading “Scrumptious Orange Evenings”
An opening in the skies
From which the sun spies
On a downy morning
An arrangement of feathers
Clouds waiting to rain gently
Wistful swirl of tiny wishesLike embers of a dying bonfireToday a sparkle, ashes tomorrowUnspoken, unmet, broken yetAlive, throbbing in a heartThat still believes in fireflies!
Some day they will wonderWhere did all the people go?With their dreams and deedsNow rust and patina buried deepEntangled in moss and frothWas it life incompleteOr how it was meant to be?They find a tiffin box withRemnants of a mealA torn cloth – a shroud or veilWho will tell?Buried under the turmoilA lost city ofContinue reading “Fallen from the Map”
Ansh has showcased his work in 43 exhibitions. His paintings have found global affection with more than 400 of his acrylic paintings adorning the homes of patrons in India, Canada, German, Dubai and Hong Kong. He has been featured in newspapers and regularly participates in art competititions.
If I could flyWhat feathers to adorn;A tint of pearlA hint of zirconFragment of an angelSliver of the DevilShades of springDepths of autumnSilver of a dandelionGold blush of dawnIntricately wovenAs wings of a humanTo cross the far horizon!
I am hurrying through lifeNo chance to stop and waitTo see moments unfurlRelaxed, laid back, pacedFor there is alwaysNew series to binge watchBook review before the launchStory, poem, Insta delightTwitter wars, WhatsApp fightLive now on Facebook groupsClubhouse, Discord, Spaces, tooArts, crafts, podcasts, videosContent overload, daily doseClutter, noise, brimming chaosPushing, pulling, stretching voidBetween the real andContinue reading “Digital Overdrive”