It all starts with a vision – be it a venture, a painted artwork, a sheaf of writing – and many a times across time and space they converge. A delayed monsoon made me crave the soul nourishment of the rains and I rummaged through some of my micro-verses looking for succour. I came acrossContinue reading “The Creative Mind”
I walked the obscure pathTraversed distances, aloneI doubted myself, lonelyCraving for company;At the end of the rainbowI searched high and lowMagical messages to know“It is okay to be on your ownTo make choices, unknownFor in silence, growsThe strength of souls!”
A surge in my veinsThrobbing templesBurning sensationOf rising resentmentHelpless, I seeMen in power beReckless, remorselessStirring uprisingsWhere anger isDirected to fellowsWithout folly, sans flawSo, fingers do not point,To merchants of war!
Hidden, unspokenBehind a facadeOf the daily grindChores to keep the mindAway from the surgeOf emotions unheard.Latent they layWaiting for the dayTo capture their preyRip apart the semblanceOf holding it togetherStronger they growThe more you ignore!
I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country. I see darknessBloom from withinSprouting like deadly fungiAsphyxiating our breathKilling our sensesWith neon dosesContinue reading “Despair”
I see the blossomIn your hair witherFrom morn to duskThe petals are nowBrown as twilightIn the evening trainBack from work
They run throughThe sunlit groveSummer in their hairSweat clinging to strandsSun-kissed nowSunburnt at duskIt bothers not muchFor childhood is aboutFruit orchardsYellow fieldsAn amusing prank hereA scraped knee thereMaking memoriesBefore the sun sets!
Addicted to chaosI enjoy the rumblingsOf thunder houndsGathering in the horizonPromise of a stormIn the dark clouds;The Devil howlsA clarion callFor rain to descend;In torrents, in the slushI am one with the anguishOf nature, floodingDrifting, breaking
Flowers in the wild
All crimson red!
Hills and Ravines A fine vintageOf memories runningOn your foreheadDelicate linesHills and ravinesLife’s ups and downsChiseled on your brows Highs and Lows Scaling mountainsTraversing hillsLike a madman roamsIn the highs and lowsOf your bosomThis thrill seekerFinally, finds a home Wind and Dew She plaited starsShimmers unparalleledIn her lustrous braidWhen the wind unravelledThose twisted tressesDiamonds floatedContinue reading “Nature’s Medley…continues”