Location

Between the thumb and the forefinger where I'm counting and mapping your freckles as my fingers slide over your curves and etches a map of my universe where my soul my love my passion finds solace, And in every nook and corner of your soul I find shelter for my darkness to hide and dissolve …

My Soul

"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” ― Rumi My soul is a river come dip your toes in it it will soak up your worries and anxiety  will soothe your pain and infuse you with the nectar of love and warmth that cozy feeling which is …

Question

“The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.”  ― Shannon L. Alder Everyone, everyone around me has the same prying eyes the same question, looming over their heads for the eternal time They are always in awe of me how I have kept the held high …

We are poets

“Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche We all are trying to touch the bottom of the madness the absolute end to visualize how far we can stretch our insanity and how much it can take the pressure and survive till it breaks down and shatters into small bits of craziness and false …

Nature (Micro poetry)

Origin

This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry of the same name. Read Origin here. That sweet essence  those aromatic hues encapsulating  me and my soul where my desires douse and  are reborn  as they are  baptized in your love stripped of all my sins as my faults and scars are  slowly and surely erased  and  …

Proof

I have read the fairy tales and stories of love for time eternal they are as true as they come if I could only believe the prince charming for real I have recited the verses of love the sonnets and the poetic metaphors when you compared the moon to to my beauty to make me …

Perched

Perched at the top but still looking down with those eyes seeking love and solace gazing from emptiness to nothing I'm the single soul left in this metropolis where I can see every one but everyone is blind to see me   Those crimson tinge skies carrying the smell of the dusk laced with the dancing specks of …

I say,

I'm in entwined with you you ask me how I say, as the vines embrace the strong arms of the tree for their love and sustenance I say, I'm inseparable from you you ask me how I say, as the clouds hiding the bouts of rain in them I'm submerged in you you ask me …

The Wall

“Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.” ― Mineko Iwasaki I'm pushing and shoving hoping it would fall it should crumble any moment I have to weaken its resolve it cannot surround me anymore it cannot fight me out long I'm done being pushed into a corner waiting …

Inspiration

This poem is based on the micro poetry of the same name.Read it here "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."  ---Leonard Cohen They ask what my inspiration is  I say, a falling leaf  a withered rose a shape in the clouds a long-lost song …

Inflammable

This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry.Read it here Those fleeting glances those eye contact never bothered me there were many in the crowded room, in the subway, in the clubs, on the dance floor They could never hold my gaze for too long none of them were that strong They could not …

Rain

This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry.Please read it here.Rain.   Pitter Patter as it drops slowly  seeps into my soul and make its home with every word, syllable  I create and morph as my quill dances on the papyrus it drenches my soul leaving behind that petrichor an effervescence an everlasting fragrance  it spreads …

Connection ( Micro poetry)

P.S: This thought has been inspired by my blogger friend Shantanu

Origin (Micro poetry)

This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem of the same name.Read the full poem here

My Salvation

This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry. Read Salvation. As I dance till my feet bleed the sweat pour out of my body as tears of my soul I dance till I drop dead As I sing from my heart till my voice turns coarse and harsh and every word, every syllable touches …

Lovemaking (Micro poetry)

This micro poetry is a prelude to a poem.Read the poem here

Silence- A beautiful conversation

This poem is in continuation of the micro poetry of the same name.Read it here Silences between the conversation the most beautiful feeling The pause where the world stops but the feeling flows eternally Silence of the heart The rhythm to which the heart beats  untuned with the chaos of the world paired only with …

Poet ( Micro poetry)

Comparison

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close …

His Name (Micro poetry)

Braid- In the honor of National Poetry Month #NaPoWriMo

Braiding my cryptic  tangled  knotted  words gently and smoothly in a clockwork motion never to step out of the sync like an assembly line worker making sure not to miss a plait or to let a single hair fall out of line and blotch the beauty I'm weaving so sublime it will come out to be breathtaking undefined a …

Pause

I'm getting enraged constantly irked by the  inconsistencies in life bothered by the roadblocks ups and downs and inequality small glitches  and bumps and those  occasional stops  which hinders  forms a patina to its   constant glow knocks down the  its ebb and flow   Hung between  the tranquil and the turbulence  leaves with me  the frustration  …

Dyslexia

“We often confuse what we wish for with what is.”  ― Neil Gaiman, MirrorMask I'm suffering from the dyslexia of emotions always getting confused and bewildered when the pain crosses the boundary to get mixed with the love when my longing  for the company is oft met by your absence and a flurry of excuses for us to …

Heritage

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 Those shriveled wrinkled fingers passing on that family album with a fleeting touch has passed on the generations under our feet Those quivering shaking voices singing the lullaby at night and the sparkling stories jumped hoops from generations, is scattering the wisdom worth eons in mere minutes Those bony taloned …