Night sing silence Memory digs memoirs What is left of the left Brush the hair scrambled In December wind. Sparkle
On 27th November 2016, I had posted my first poem here ( the second one was written). On the anniversary evening, re-posting it for my existing as well as new followers. It was a beautiful journey I will say. Thanks to all especially Meenakshidi (Sethi), Sushmitadi (Mukherjee) [who is missing for last few months], and also to Gina … Continue reading The Morning That Was Serene & Melancholy
Inspired by a poem of Mirza Ghalib So many aspiration and few more many desires To stonghold them, to keep them safe in coffer That I keep safe under the words of my poems. The memoirs of memories of the bygone era Also have their own wish own desire tobe sunbathed. So many aspiration and … Continue reading Aspire and Memories
Young November morning Wind Splash on my face Making it cold. I (Foolishly again) Look for you, Hidden warmth Of Your embrace.
Abit of dramatic symbolical dark one...
Bell Has rung few minutes ago Now We shall take our paths own Never Hid the not the ever 'til now Face Of yours now I'll look for Every Woman I'll fall for Sadness How hard I try to keep at bay Now Will sipped into my poem every Melancholic The rhythm will be; satiating-- … Continue reading Consequence of Being Loved
<!--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