how strange must the world be outside ; after a month and a half boxed up in a forest and work, i wonder if the roads chitter chatter the same way they did if the road side seller still sells his plastic mats and stuff shouting out to more than just the people around if… Continue reading a lock-down ago
two lives at once : to live two lives at once might seem strange deranged even and yet, to true lovers who love people,day-jobs and arts alike it might not seem such a preposterous proposition the rush of living true each time the pen is picked up and words flow with the ferocity of a… Continue reading two lives at once
i have buried her deep under a thousand worded poems ; --my poetry and she sings in this howling night still alive somehow unknowing , she has been buried and is below tons of black soil .. I can hear her must be thirsty
It's strange how when the clouds clear an impossible sky arises from horizons you never dreamt in your wildest hope filled dreams and a different light shines and you can breathe finally if not for a day, you might just be given that hour to savor clear skies
"Hey jude begin" sings the phone as water trickles down the high cliff drip drip drip from the inside of my short-shorts a strange night it is the sky looks quiet very quiet the usual family of stars bearing down facing me , bored in their daily routine of shining down at all of us… Continue reading a night under shiny stars from a different sky
pankh hi toh tere bikhre hue hai zameen par udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam ke badalte, badlega tera aasmaan judenge pankh aur udega aasmaan udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam badlega tu badlega udna seekh baitha kyun zameen par zindagi -aasmaan hai tere aage..
soft bristling dry leaves dance in the calm december breeze the cold of the morning has disappeared and a full fledged indian sun that is characteristic of any piece of land in India, be it summer , winter or rain blasts through confused weed grasses. the silent sounds of leaves falling down on the ground… Continue reading an afternoon slumber’s dream
Everything else seems bitter a phone call from home or a text from a person who hasn't spoken for ages playing chess online and finding that winning has no effect everything else seems bitter waiting for an elusive message that will probably only end up as the final nail to my heart.
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
I turned the knob a butterfly flew past me my world became brighter