A SALUTATION TO THE GURU.
A SALUTATION TO THE GURU.
I was born with eyes.
You gave them a perspective.
A vision of life.
I was born with hands.
You showed, when to extend the palm.
Or form a fist, as per the demand.
I was born with legs.
AN ODE TO MY PROCREATOR.
AN ODE TO MY PROCREATOR. Holding the eraser for assurance. You extended the pencil to me. You didn’t dictate the definitions, But waited patiently for me. You never erased, instead slashed the mistakes. “Mistakes showcase your endeavours, Corrections, your learning ability.” You would say. You were my mighty Hero, Unlike the ones the world…
DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?
DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW? At dawn, the sky was painted with Sun’s soft glow. Her dreamy eyes watched it with visuals of the future, Playing before the innocent eyes. The Sun travelled to the zenith, Hot, heating and burning bright. Running and rushing to fulfill her dreams. With wet temples,…
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY. You aren’t a person or a relation.You are an Emotion.A prayer in elation and depression.Even the healing and strengthening Mantra chants fade.When one utters the word “Maa”. Continue reading
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The hind head fallen over the back, The pleading eyes, stared. The outstretched angular arms, Called to the wide, hide sky. Before the towering almighty. For years, every hour each day. Continue reading
DARKNESS
DARKNESS. I am dark. But I don’t defy light. I am omnipresent. But I don’t belittle the finite. I am dreaded. But generating fear is not my type. I am mystic. Continue reading
A note to younger self
A note to younger self. If not now, then when? I have watched you grow. I have felt your woes. I have seen your cries, And also the dimples on the side. The challenges you posed, Also, the ones you didn’t show. Continue reading
Crevices Of Hopelessness
Crevices Of Hopelessness.. The moon stayed. Stayed for long. Really long. The tiring wait, Blurred the vision, Shrunk the heart. The weakened winks, Now breathless, lost hope. Hope to see the light. Watch the sunrise. Continue reading
Book Review of Sublimina by Monica Gupta
Poetry is my go to waters. For relaxation. To dive into solace. Unlike the fast paced prose reading, while reading poems, I hold on to the emotion, ponder over the theme and ruminate over the essence. “Sublimina”, a poetry anthology by Digant M Trivedi…
Before a mirror
Before a mirrorVANITY – Here you are. Looking like a queen!MIND – Stunning! And what about the feel like a queen?EGO – Allow the Romantic prospects to serve you Continue reading