Don't read only or like please comment on this poem of mine a take on daily life. November month it is; no shaving month. The noble cause has hidden long ago beyond gimmick. I remain clean shaven; no moustache no beard, But, this year I thought to be unshaven. Yes, I grown a beard, but, … Continue reading Ghost of My Father
Based on the legend of Queen Maya, mother of Lord Buddha, and her dream.
<!--more--> When the dew will be there on the blade of grasses Where will we stand-- We means me and you in my age old memories. Sometimes I search you because it seems You're a mere imagination of mine and nothing else. But, when the breeze brushes over the dried wet soil of soul Revealing … Continue reading Where
after a long time sharing a Haiku <!--more--> in autumn night breeze dancing yellow leaves whisper silence night holding
Soliloquy of darkness seeking a stage Silence of silent of the moment Looking for the audience. Chasm of night humming like crickets Dejected lorn soul tapping on nerve Finding the perfect one to ooze out. Existence of existent of statuette Made from beats of heart looking into This darkness of the nightblank. Shabby mossed corner … Continue reading Soliloquy of Beats
I open my eyes to dream the dream. It was azure, it was shining And I'm just there. No body sees me but I see everyone As I walked rather fly. Yes, I was flying; there were no wings But, it's me and the incandesce. Hundreds have, (they've) lot to say And also nothing to … Continue reading Dreaming the Dream
Joining the moments on board Of chess, life take shape of itself. Pawns & Queen, we're not; It're the now and then. Riddle it seems, but, actually it's Time and nothing else.