Poems
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Notre Dame
As Notre Dame burns and Paris mourns, I couldn’t sit still. Neither could I watch and let it go nor could I sleep. So, I resorted to paint the beauty… Read more.
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Forgotten
Broken lives, meandering smiles Idioms stitched in a haywire. Times fail but the human trails, Clear sky and an open mind. A flower long forgotten. An emperor of… Read more.
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Inktober Flashback
Inktober is a special month dedicated to hone your artistic skills. You may draw well or sketch well or doodle well or may just paint well – whatever it is,… Read more.
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Whose House Is It?
Whose house is it? I ask. Are you deserted like the summer afternoon? With memories of children playing And murdered relations. Did you play with the dawn and dusk? Of… Read more.
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Raat
Thought of giving a glimpse of my hindi poems. This is a recent poem entitled “Raat” meaning “Night” Jab subah ki zaroorat ho Aur pindare se koi kiran na aye… Read more.
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April Came
April tells everyone’s tale. April is here to make you belong To those numerous she throng. April is your story to tell April came to bring you out of the… Read more.
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When Death Came Visiting
By the river, we witnessed a rotten carcass, A queer being survived by his purpose. 2 yards down the line there were lovers by the moonshine. Read more.
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I Am
I am the crippled fingers clinched as a fist to pray. I am the frailing hand that never betray. I am the voice chanting at a grave. I am the… Read more.
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When
when a year seem too long and starts to haunt – think of the falling leaf month, the chilly winter january, the bright leaves of spring. when a month seem… Read more.
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Language
Once you were the voice of a mother, Valiant proclamation of a lover. Withered walls have forgotten words, In their dwellings hang bloodied swords. A solitary savage woman utters thy… Read more.
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