My first attempt on Erasure Poem. Feel free to comment and point out any mistakes. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; And arbitrary blackness gallops in: (I think I made you up inside my head.) I fancied you’d return I grow old and I forget your name. I shut my eyes…… Continue reading To Sylvia…
S’times I think how death looks like… Does it look like a grey Autumn morn or A sunblazed yellow Summer afternoon… We all are busy designing mask for it But, aren’t we the mask? Lifeless structure infused with power,– Drawing energy from flow of time… Almighty… Allah…Bhagwan…Guru… We name the mask of our survival But,…… Continue reading A Rumination on the Existence
Dedicating to Sylvia Plath, one of my greatest inspiration.
Acrostic of an Epic Poem
A Shoes Poem