Imagination or…

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

Wind of December

Night sing silence Memory digs memoirs What is left of the left Brush the hair scrambled In December wind. Sparkle


The Morning That Was Serene & Melancholy

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


Aspire and Memories

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


Suddenly, After a Time…

Young November morning Wind Splash on my face Making it cold. I (Foolishly again) Look for you, Hidden warmth Of Your embrace.


Eleventh Day Moon

Abit of dramatic symbolical dark one...