Let’s go back to the caves Bury our screams in silence Discard our deadly weapons In the deepest darkness For they fill us with bravado So false, instill us with prowess So misguided, that our world Slowly crumbles around us Just stones, as cold as our hearts
Drowned in brown I am wading through Frothy waves, It’s a bit much This aroma of coffee At the corner cafe; Faint guitar strings Click of Scrabble tiles Or keys on a laptop Clatter, chatter A little laughter Just another evening As the sun dissolves Into another cup Staining the bottom With a rust orb – The circle of life!
Two decades back when coffee cafes started blooming in Indian cities, this was a common sight in the evenings with young people, mostly IT employees, converging at the cafes. It was part of being hep. It could be overwhelming for the loners, yet alluring. Coffee cafes are nostalgic. It signaled the coming of age, of a new, aspiring India that could stay awake all night with evening coffee in the veins.
I’ve got something in my pocket Tiny glass orbs Colors of the kaleidoscope Crinkly toffee wrappers A dried leaf A crumpled petal A rock so smooth A broken pencil A wish that the sun stays On the horizon, for a bit more So that childhood can play Just a tad longer
For @TopTweetTuesday, a poem on the power of transitions, inspired by the bright #Gulmohar trees that are now competing with the hot summer sun in India.
Wrapped in muslin Gentle dreams lie so still Spreading over eyelids Like a subtle touch of lace Vast longings, latent until Caressed by time and destiny Fresh buds unfold in glory Of spring in bloom, and All hopes glow crimson As petals of the Gulmohar Ablaze in the glare of summer!
For @TopTweetTuesday, I decipher the #poetic #mind
Unsaid expressions shroud A poet’s clamorous mind; Floating paper clouds On which words abound As dark specks of starlings Hungry for raindrops On cotton candy canvas Verses sprayed in pastels Songs flutter as festoons In the distant summer Or cuddle under afghans Wary of an icy winter
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