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A young writer and editor with an old heart. A resident of City Joy and wanderer of eccentric ways

Category: Poems

  • Martyr

    Acrylic colours graced thy paintings, Silver linings frolicking in your poems. Marked in dying colours and famished look, They carried a serendipity within. Mushings of forlorn citizens, Of today, tomorrow and yesterday still. Slaughtered dreams and buried aspirations, Of bruised bodies and dying souls. Soldiers fighting at the borders, Students with their hoarders. Peasants with…

  • As It Always Did

    Play with me as you always did, of false promises And neglected vows.   Blossom it will, as it always did; Of fresh mornings And sweet memories.   Fondly remember me, as you always did; In silent prayers And midnight whispers.   Fail me, as you always did; Travelling hurriedly singing a melancholic song.  …

  • Think Of Me

    Think of me when you are weary, Of travelling an exhausting path. When you see the birds resting, When you sigh of failures, When you despair in unforeseen pain. Think of me when you see the setting sun, Hiding behind the caved windows. When the last leaf falls, When you play your ballad. Think of…

  • HERE

    Here, resides the autumn leaves Of plenty promised heaves. Here, the sand travels afar With the silent waves of a forlorn tsar. Here, the banyan stands stout Amidst the noisy devoted crowd. Here, I love you – In the sea of platitudes, Blossoming river of gratitude. In your breasts I gather, My freedom plagues your…

  • The Rain That Was

    The rain that clears vision. The rain that makes love every time it falls. In foggy morning light, amidst misty twilight. The rain that makes you fall in love. The unknown passer-by’s song, the quarrelsome midnight feud. The rain that makes the poet write in monosyllables. Of words of frosty winter night, of someone’s frail…

  • Sixty-nine

    Of your sixty-nine, we are little over the line. In your nascent days, we were there to stay. since you’ve learned to walk, we’ve learned to talk. seldom we fray, into the narrow alley  where you stay. In your sixty-nine, we proclaim to be thine. Throughout the year, we seldom remember the line. Of your…

  • Wish

    I wish you were a sound clung to my throat, A pale yellow paint on the falling autumn leaves, A feathered ink pen to write a poem, A pair of worn out comfortable shoes. I wish you were a smile on the picture of Dorian Gray, A sleep in frost’s stopping by the woods, A…

  • Stance

    The seven colours of  rainbow Bears many tiers of  sorrow. They blend to form the white ray Of hope to stay. The many desires you seek Are found in prayers every week. I have weaved all seven As a bouquet of dream heaven. For you  darling, to merrily dance Whenever you take a lonely stance.

  • Stranger

    All of world is a stranger Bereft of their suffering. Traveling side by side Towards the illusion of a horizon. Plying from point to point In the search of a treasure chest. Prying into each others’ lives Lest they find a hidden clue. Wearing a devious smile As a solemn disguise. Underneath the grassland Lies…

  • Blue Moon Year

    Once in a blue moon you’ll shine like a moon. Your name will feature In a new species of lizard’s salient features. You’ll outshine a meteor shower For you’ll possess brighter power. An asteroid will shine in your name An icy mountain bearing your surname. Once in a blue moon year You get a befitting…