The wind seduces leaves,
to hear its own melody;
Leaves seduce the sun,Continue reading Hues of Seduction
From Across My Car’s Windowpane
I can’t help but appear aloof
when little waifs approach me
from across my car’s windowpane—Continue reading From Across My Car’s Windowpane →
If I were to ask…
If I were to ask, who you are,
would you know—an illusion,
a shadow, an encased soul
or a prisoner of certitudes?Continue reading If I were to ask… →
SORRY DEATH
Death,Mesmerising, fascinating,What lies on the other side?Is there another side? Death,A constant, ceaseless,Is it the only truth?Isn’t life a bigger truth? Death,Scary, frightening,Will I be born again?What’s there to be born again? Death,A celebration, commemoration,Of relationships and purpose called life,Sorry death, you come only second to life.
the song
Come one, come all,
Let’s make a song. Continue reading the song →
Nymph Of The Night
What took me so long,To write about a summer morn,Don’t wet air and bird sounds,Fill my heart with cheers abound? I’m a nymph of the night,Sodium and fluorescence make me alive,Thoughts flow like a lone cloud through a clear sky,Ideas become deep as the darkness of the night sky. Morning is young and pretty,But theContinue reading Nymph Of The Night →
Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
I dream of oceans,I dream of houses,I dream of becoming a bird,I dream of conquering the world,I see movies in my dreams,I meet departed loved ones in my sleep,I adore the dream world,Yet I like the complexity ofthis earthly world. Excerpted from the book Life’s Not All That Unfair Available on Amazon.in @ http://www.amazon.in/dp/B00BDXZIPA/
We Are The Street Children
A house with corridors that go very far,A bedroom ceiling of the moon and stars,Knife and blade for alphabets and numbers,Movies and brothels for lessons and poems,Drugs in place of warm clothes and food,Smelly oil to make us look good… We are the street children,Next to your lane,We die, live and play.