Let History Be

Globally, when regimes and political philosophy change, history comes under onslaught. Rewritten, revised, reinterpreted to suit the flavor of the realm. Historical sites are often the target of either misdirected rage or unsolicited renovation. Some soils are colored by the blood of martyrs, some hallways still echo with horrors, some passages are still raw openContinue reading “Let History Be”

Blue

Sapphire figments of fantasy
Dark as the indigo velvet night
Embedded in slivers of argent light
Lying on my bosom like ashen fire
Ebb and flow of each breath
Heave and sigh of the chest
Life moving in glossy rhythms
Of soulful music from the depth

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

Each Painting – A Discovery!

As an admirer of art, especially by children and young adults, I am discovering breathtaking work ever so often. Here is an inspiring story and some verses from my archives that found the perfect fit in paintings by Debarghya Chaudhuri. Sixteen years old, Debarghya is searching for purpose through art. His art is crazy andContinue reading “Each Painting – A Discovery!”

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 can’t we see beauty
In unshaded symmetry
Why do our hearts crave
For spectrums uncreated

Bleed Red

From tanned, barren, lonely lands
Blows blinding dust of Afghanistan
Women smothered in black tears
Children born trembling to fears
Of a future so distant, so unknown
Life so petty, all hope so forlorn
Who are the Gods orchestrating
Men at endless wars devastating
Where poppy fields bleed red
Staining shrouds of the undead
Opium dreams fill terror nights
Where gloom sells as paradise
How humanity sleeps in peace
When hearts beat with unease

In Child’s Play

Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze in the face
Games in an idyllic noon
Clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!