Hollow
What happens when The little dreams and thoughts And worries and memories Are turned off? Are mistakes worth Too much to look past? Or can the unseen wonders Be seen by The eyes of discipline? Continue reading Hollow
Category: Poetry
What’s in your mind?
What do you imagine about when you hold that brush and make a stroke? What do you see when you click a beautiful picture? Where does your mind run when you hold that pen and scrawl a brilliant poem? What do you think when you listen to that music and sway yourself to create a dance piece? Continue reading What’s in your mind?
Silence
The minute, duly observed in the honour of the dead. The words that rolled each night to the other side of the bed. What returns to haunt when a door is brutally closed. That mark on her body of a will that is often forced. The opportunity to listen so others can get to speak. The sound of apathy, also the strength in the weak. Continue reading Silence
My Alter Ego
I like to keep quiet Why express everything She can’t stop her blabbering Putting down every imaginable detail She needs constant company Awkwardness dawns otherwise I should be left alone To have a little time with myself She dances like fire With zeal in her eyes I pen down her obsession With passion in my words Like a social butterfly She charms the folks With … Continue reading My Alter Ego
Art Meets Erotica
Following the steps of ancientness Inside the temples of myth The walls glittered in the ripples of ecstasy Here art meets erotica This visual delight cannot be censored Every other form of art is beautiful This cannot be vulgar Life, in every form and mood, captured in stone Expressing passion and love Continue reading Art Meets Erotica
Paradox
I am a paradox. No I am not. I am nobody yet somebody. I add the bitter to someone’s sweet, and the shallow to their deep. The sentence below is false. The sentence above is true. I am the mad hatter’s sanity, a beggar’s vanity, and a symmetrical disparity. I am that rule which says ignore all the rules. Now I bet you are clearly … Continue reading Paradox
Drug
Weakness, addiction, vice It has many names But it’s just an escape Sniff it, in old books, in freshly brewed coffee, in the skin of an old love. Consume it, in wine and chocolate, in warm tea in the snow. … Continue reading Drug
Pluviophilic
The rain came down Heavy and noisy It gave a thrill Made the heart sing The drops tickled us Made us laugh out loud Singing the monsoon numbers Felt like being in Bollywood Danced in the rain Drenched from top to toe That was a dream come true This could have been romantic Perfect moment with the perfect one The butterflies in our stomach made … Continue reading Pluviophilic
Sophisticated
Oh darling, take a seat Learn from the experts I will dress you up in success Teach you to walk the walk When I speak, the season’s latest silk seems crude You will never be the stuttering idiot Always the star at your office meetings, a hit with the ladies, a catch amongst the gentleman. People confuse my charm for arrogance, but that’s how naive … Continue reading Sophisticated
I am a Woman – Am I really free?
My breasts were fondled Not by a lover, but by a stranger on a bus. I have been rated from 1-10 When I wandered around the city. I have had penises flashed at me Whose owners I know not. I can hold my own on everyday debates. I can hum to my favorite songs. I can express my love for literature. I can dance without any inhibition. … Continue reading I am a Woman – Am I really free?
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