As I lie on the age old bed drowning in darkness I feel I need to grasp a whole lot of the air. Breeze is trespassing pushing the curtain Bringing the yellowed halogened spring Evening & splashing it on the chiaroscuro wall. This is not the autumn I look for this's 'nother spring. As I … Continue reading Imagination or…
Promise On sale in this eve bazaar Me A beggar looking for silence Promise I am scared of and nothing else Enroll
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...