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 – 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.

Strawberries

Like strawberries crushedTo sweeten marmaladeA heart painedIs shred to bitsBitter sweet memoriesRuddy peels in jelly mushSitting still in fragile jarsLingering fragranceMyriad flavors on the lipsFingers now sticky withSoulful tales to spread!

Marionettes

Even in the blazing summerThe world has frozen overSplattered with bloodOf swindled innocentsLoss of generationsUnconsoled lamentationsOur souls so coldHearts so numb;When Gods are at warMen matter no more?Just marionettes, pettyIn the playbook of destiny!

Books, Paper, and Pens

Books were bought with care and cherished; not hoarded into digital spaces because someone recommended the next best-seller. Reading was not competition; it was relaxation.