Thoughts and emotion channel into stories, poetry or essays. For a lull in your day, do stop by to read a piece or mull over some quotes.
Poems about nature and human nature.
Last week, one of my poems were published in Write City Magazine – a publication of Chicago Writer’s Association. Click to read, “Driving Through A Winter Storm”.
Last year another poem was published by Catharsis Magazine. Click to read, “Shallow-Deep”.
I like what I like and I don’t have to like anything else,
Dictate the designers of social media.
If I like only what I like and if I don’t have to like anything else,
Then I don’t have to know anything else that I don’t like.
If I don’t have to know anything I don’t like,
Then what does truth or reality matter?
As he lay there dying,
He came to his senses,
Realizing the horror he had become,
Asked of a boon that was noble:
‘Do not mourn my death, but celebrate a festival,
Let people wear their finest and exchange sweets,
Let there be rows of light and sparklers;
Faster, faster, spun the wheels Louder, louder, roared the engines Up, up, flew the bird As the ground fell away Wheels tucked away.
Higher, higher, rose the machine Into the cloud tufts floating, Casting moving shadows Over the Earth, Segmented and unsegmented by civilization.Continue reading “The Bird with A View”
You stepped into eternity
Left me in time’s purgatory
I tore up my past –
It was tangled with memories of you
Future petrifies me because of the void you left within
A thousand abysmal days have trudged by,
Tell me my son,
What should I do with my time? Continue reading “Separation”
Where human bonds run so deep,
To have withstood the test of attrition – time and time again;
That discord and harmony could co-exist peacefully,
When substantive conversations dissolve pretense and insecurity,
That neither has the need to coddle the other emotionally,
Where one is at ease with the other as with oneself –
Is when, the uttered word becomes redundant
And shared silence becomes comfortable.
Through the labyrinths of a rigid society,
Gropes for freedom –
A shackled mind.
Probing the myriad depths of the universe
Is an unfeeling heart –
In a quest for joy.
Alas! we know not
To search within ourselves.
To look at the rendition of life,
Not heed the blemish,
But to rejoice in its blessings, is mirth itself.
To unshackle the mind from prejudice and bias,
Rise above narrow divisions,
Is what freedom is all about.
Welcome home, weary traveler
Unburden yourself;
Lay down the heavy trappings,
Wash off the weariness.
For you have given too much;
Entrenched in the lives of strangers
Trying to ease their drudgery
With your benevolence.
So,
Ensconce in the warmth of your abode,
Take comfort from the cocoon of sleep,
Rejuvenate as you breathe the first crisp air of autumn.
I was groping in darkness,
Stumbling over my loneliness
When all of you lit,
Countless candles for me
The wax has melted,
The light has faded,
Yet, the dying gleam
And the smoky fragrance lingers on,
Softening the gloom.
Image by Shelly PaulWind all over me –
Beating my face, slapping my hands,
Whistling in the ears,
Rushing to the mind –
Scattering away thought streams,
As I ride the pillion with my man.
The motorcycle growls, roars,
Road unfurls endlessly,
Green grass blur seamlessly,
Blue umbrella skies, cloud tufts, pale moon awaits.
Through the tree canopies of late spring,
Into the ever-changing lines of the horizon,
I ride the pillion with my man,
Without a care – tranquil, meditative.
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