Vision

What the blind man sees
Is more intricate than
Any emotion deep
Or touch we feel
Without true sight
With power infinite
Sensing silent tremors
Buried in murky souls
Hearing gentle murmurs
When tender hearts spoke
With all our vision
We know neither fair nor evil
For all we know is a countenance
Feigning affection or
Shielding the devil

When Oceans Love

All-day, the Ocean wore
A mask of insolence
Buried screams in seashells
Slumbered in indolence
Until an argent Moon
Blooms on the horizon
Garnet waves leap in joy
Lit up with a fiery passion
Wild throes of love
In high tides rise;
Last night was a frenzy
Of agony and despair
Today, it rides again
On thrashing foam
Across the burning sand
In brazen hopes to
Unite with the beloved
Still apart, after eons.

Full Moon Night

In a moonlit paradise
Touched by wands
Of sterling light
Lustrous magic
Weaves a cobweb
Of glossy dreams
An argent sheen
Covers the night

Tangled Vines

Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast fascade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze

Rainbows

Black and white rainbows
Arched beneath eyebrows
Glowing across eyelids
In monochromatic glimpses
Fluttering on eyelashes
Visions of colorful splashes
Why canโ€™t we see beauty
In unshaded symmetry
Why do our hearts crave
For spectrums uncreated

Balloon Man

The balloon man
With helium-filled
Quirky designs
Much like life
Twisted, tied
Waiting to float
Into azure skies
Alas! The master holds
The strings tight!

Scrumptious Orange Evenings

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”

Fallen from the Map

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 โ€“ a shroud or veilWho will tell?Buried under the turmoilA lost city ofContinue reading “Fallen from the Map”

City Dreams

Far away blows
A song in the winds
In a small town I left
For big city dreams.
Now, I rub stinging eyes
To see lyrics float
In the foul smoke!
I can only hope
After the requiem
Behind this curtain
Of stale, putrid air
Vistas I have known
Still manage to survive
Sodden, gray, yet alive.

Trolled into Silence

Screaming into the voidLike lunatics caged, gaggedMuzzled emotions, numbedTrolled for spoken wordsSounds buried in the headSane voices, now long deadVictim to resounding fear! How to silence the howlsRaging, trapped in the mindInjustice bellows, how to findRespite, refuge from woundsGrowing like sepsis, unheededGasping for breathe, unheardMauled into total surrender.