Tag: Poetry

  • Her Altruistic Mien.

    Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have. And I keep meeting them. Whenever I talk to a woman Every now and then. I meet her in an infant daughter Who is innocent enough to…

  • The Amassing Vengeance.

      He strolled into the room Silence screaming behind him, She garnered herself on the couch Terror and throes screaming from inside her.   The stress, the tension surfacing The unknown reconciling, His anger transpiring Her calm deescalating.   And in a sap all was lost A yank through her…

  • The Screaming Silence.

    The bedroom door closed She flinched He grinned She shuddered He smirked.   The bed conquered She groaned He frowns She pleads He pounds.   The six yards of clothing came off She cringed He smiled She screamed He moaned.   The bodies locked Beyond the natural rhythm An innocent…

  • Phoenix in Disguise.

    Gone are the days Of you wanting to be above me, Cutting my wings And throttling me.   So far, I have battled Cursed and raged, Tried to swim and float Sometimes barely to survive.   I have fought and fought Even when the war ended, I tried just to…

  • यादें

    वो घुंघरू की जँकार वो झिलमिलाता ताल.   वो बजते ढोल वो सरगम के बोल.   वो थिरकते पैर वो नशीले नैन.   वो दिल धड़कता वो साँसे झूमती.   वो मन मचलता वो अनकही ख़ुशी.   वो ज़िंदा होने का एहसास वो ज़िंदा रहने की प्यास.   आज सब…

  • Book Nerds Will Relate #3

    Of course, I am not insane, right!! How can I be any kind of addict except a book addict 😉 I promise, just one more 😀 Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves! Well, truly so!…

  • It Never Rained!

    I leave my office Ditch the elevator And jump down the stairs. I plan to go home Early, yet again And then I don’t go home. I drive through the streets, The long lost, The long, waiting streets. Accidentally, unintentionally I lead myself to ‘the’ place, The secluded one. The…

  • Please, please just let me be…

    Please don’t come again. I am good, if not at best, without you. Please just go away. Please, just let me be.   It was really difficult To disentangle from your black chains, It was claustrophobic To always be in your embrace.   When you are around I am not…

  • An Old Playhouse!

    An Old Playhouse!

    The last time I was here I told you that I was reading Indian literature, and in that somewhere I lost track of what exactly I needed to read and what I wanted to read. You know there is really a very thin line between these two and I seemed…