The gift of life is my favourite possession , it is the box of colours which gives me confidence that I can paint a million possibilities with it
Category: Poetry
A judaai
"Is that your goat Sir?" "Yes, for now" "What happens later?" "I dont know,maybe I will have to sell her for slaughter , I am poor you know.......or maybe she will live with me until i die.....actually i wont sell her as I dont want her to die before me!" "What her name?" "Her … Continue reading A judaai
Amok
I let it loose from the stables of slumber black of hide but milky in the moonlight unbridled it goes and unsaddled too i clutch it's dark mane but i can not reign it amok it left i let it whisper in the winds as long as it comes home,before the stables of slumber are bolted before … Continue reading Amok
a mind like
a mind like of my child a vast bubbling spring of unmuddled thoughts a garden teeming with originality and innocence an unbounded space full of bold shining lights lights of perpetual hope thats a mind like of my child
Hoping
Plant a seed, shall i ? Even though i dont know .... Who will water it ? Who will weed it ? Who will keep the soil alive ? Who will keep the encroachment away ? But belief, i have , that .... Someone , some day, will find solace in it's shade Someone, some day,will pick … Continue reading Hoping
The chameleon’s soul
I am, the dweller of ravines that never bore an offspring and of fertile plains too perched inside me are the deserts in glove with stifling humid rains my facade stretched between prescribed faith & mendicant ways, equally lured towards obscurity and bling fame my acts are celibate as the temple purohit and excessing too, like the dope czar I'm in perpetual flux, staticity … Continue reading The chameleon’s soul
the Bath
I take them pills Two, of those before I bathe I wash them down with vodka I have always taken a bath before bed, as far as I remember I have to let you know that I only remember as far as the last pills The bath is at the end, of the hallway Dimly … Continue reading the Bath
Their meeting
from those faux walls their dweller out on a stroll had lost his way and met the sea the dweller was bewildered talked in awe "i had heard " "now i see what others saw" "you should come here often" , "more often" "i'm here", "i will be" "in serenity and in a rage" … Continue reading Their meeting
To my son’s dreams
My 6 year old woke up saying ..."Papa ,you know, you can make things that you see in your dreams !!!! " let dreams brew let dreams overpower my insecurities let dreams demolish the weeds of doubts that fester lets dreams clear the clouds yes,dear son you are my role model and my promise … Continue reading To my son’s dreams
How to be happy – tip 8 of several
a rough windy day ? fly a kite with your loved ones !