Covert

I have a secret message a covert skill  I am  conversant with, I have written you a million times  scribbled you secretly  nipped and tucked you in my verses hiding from the prying eyes folded neatly between the pages of my poetry  tucked  secretly under the  poetic verses you can find my eternal love dripping in those context … Continue reading Covert

Stench

This city is crazy  this city is brimming  there is always something rotting burning people walk with crinkled noses and with scurried steps with the voice of the screaming heart those spires of the skyscrapers piercing and pinching  the heart of the sky which bleeds on the people who bet their life on the beauty of the alabaster moon … Continue reading Stench

Tiny Buddha

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life. ---Buddha Have you ever looked into the eyes of Buddha a reminiscent of the eternal calm and serenity they wake you from the deep slumber of ignorance the facade of the the life you are living in partially open partially … Continue reading Tiny Buddha

Quest – A reflection in woods

In that thickness  of the deep mesh of woods where the heart feels the light is denied  and it falls prey  to the devouring reality Those twisted twigs  and tangled thoughts And people living with broken truth my doppelgänger tries to find its true identity Those little saplings  of dreams and wishes cursed by the … Continue reading Quest – A reflection in woods

Live to the fullest

“One clear moment, one of trance  One missed step, one perfect dance  One missed shot, one and only chance  Life is all...but one fleeting glance.”  ― Sanober Khan Oh there it goes fleetingly, swimmingly, gently, just another moment traveling on that speck dust on that sliver of light which you hardly noticed with our heads down and … Continue reading Live to the fullest

House(Micro poetry and spoken word)

First Published in FIVE:2: ONE #sideshow magazine, Sept 2018 That dark well in the courtyard is like a monster as it devoured my sister and never spat her out that dark window sill is blackened by my mother's elbows as she waited patiently for my father to arrive those cracks in the basement door plays … Continue reading House(Micro poetry and spoken word)

Putty

“Even the most beautiful of the stars are taken for granted night after night.” ― Veronika Jensen My heart is  broken, smashed, squelched countless times broken, shattered, splintered  in million pieces it has suffered enough no amount of assurance  and a lesson in life  can keep it  from  shredding, tearing, breaking How do you survive? you ask, … Continue reading Putty

Self love

A warm and a tight hug  can do wonders I have heard It can lick and suck all your pain for those who have eternally suffered It's that magic potion that elixir that have worked wonders  in the present and in the past that secret ingredient  which has turned the sourest  of the situations  into a loving … Continue reading Self love

Reflection

How many times have you been mistaken for someone else in a crowd or when you are missing someone so dearly that you are constantly looking for bits of him in other people.I guess " The out of sight, out of mind" analogy doesn't work for the people who are longing for their lost ones.Love always leaves a deep impression on your soul, which is hard to forget. Love reflects in mysterious ways.