Share some light.
Make me feel light.
In you, I see
The vastness of my spirit
Spread over infinite space.
I search and soar
Beneath the bed of stars
In depths of the surreal sky.
I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.
I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”
Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.
We often exchange views on the debates of the brain and the heart.
Let’s peep a little deeper into this debate. Continue reading
My life has changed colours
on your entry as well as the exit.
When I was asleep,
you were near, anytime besides.
Now, when I’m awake,
you are distant, nowhere to be seen.
Your smile that was once soothing,
now like a phantom, is haunting.
The cheery impulse we shared,
is now my lone seizure to be sad.
I’ve let go of some pieces,
but still holding on to many. Continue reading
Arts that glitter
Pictures in sepia
conveys loving caress.
magnifies tender warmth! Continue reading
My crowd Continue reading
It is a skill to generate a strong voice for oneself, ignoring the voices of those people who poke their nose into others’ lives. This is a free verse depicting the aforesaid message, with each line written as a six-word story.
Don’t retaliate referees in your life.
Let them watch as you grow.
Let them judge until proven wrong. Continue reading
few towering whips
trip upwards making a map
agin lowering skies Continue reading
Woman to Artist:
paint me either way
gray shades or vibrant colours
I dare not question
Artist to Woman:
days so glittering
with plain shades or complex strokes
born free to live free
you are gold that glitters
your lit face or diamond heart
I dare not question
This is in response to the ‘What Do You See Prompt’ by Sadje (any original writing inspired by the given picture – set as featured image).
This is a free verse depicting the life of anyone who has hit the rock bottom but still clinging onto life with hopeful efforts. A six-word story (quoted) is framed at the end.
Her reasons are not enough.
Her effort is not enough.
Her words are not enough. Continue reading
— Blind Truth —
blind belief reigns world
lies roam around in the light
distorted truths shy away
— Scepticism —
haze hid the vision
gazing through confusion clouds
light led the mission Continue reading
“You were a silent charm,
with comforting arms.
You caught my eyes,
right at the first glance.
Having seen your hypnotic trance,
I can’t help but wonder,
how people ignored you all these days.
My heart throbs,
cursing those unlucky flock;
also, blessing my lucky stars. Continue reading
Petrichor scent: aromatic alarm for rain.
Forget your umbrella to invite rain!
Pluviophile yearns for lullaby of rain. Continue reading
— Supernova —
the massive stars blaze to ash
rising other stars
— Unrequited Love —
every time she smiled
he destructed himself
and made his eyes lie Continue reading
It has been seven years. Maaya’s still single, with no family. Day by day, her discomfort was growing bigger and bigger than her comforts, especially after her distant mother’s demise. Completely shattered, she decided to step out of her ruts and lookout for a new way to solace her disturbed mind.
She had her dinner, and then sent an email full of unsaid words that weighed heavy in her heart for a long time. She didn’t dare to check the mailbox again for a reply. The night passed restlessly. But still, she was determined not to turn on her internet till Continue reading
He’s a great observationalist who tells stories during his voyages – painted tales of nature that are untouched by time and the truths that go unnoticed in commoners life – all through his music.
When he rests his chin on the fiddle and starts moving the bow over the strings of his violin, the music emerging from the instrument as a result of friction is one of those things that we can’t see but still feel the heavenly touch.
Even after listening to Continue reading