Centre Stage

We are at the center stage hounded and cheered by the million hungry eyes ready and pumped to get a piece of the entertainment of their life to get that taste of the bloodied reality and voyeuristic truth we have been gulping down our throats through all this life We are at the center stage burned and … Continue reading Centre Stage

Pride ( Hubris)

This seventh and final poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins. Go read the previous ones, if you haven't yet. Pride(hubris) - excessive view of one's self without regard to others. “Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every … Continue reading Pride ( Hubris)

Listen closely

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”  ---Aristotle As I grow old or rather mature with each passing year I strongly feel that all the incidents, big or small, happening in the world around us changes us a little bit. We keep changing from the person we were born as. Every little joy, happiness, anger, frustration, … Continue reading Listen closely

Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance

Dear friends, One of my poems got published in the July edition of Little Rose Magazine. Little Rose is a Utah-based online magazine of literature and art, aiming to confront issues of identity, such as gender, race, class, religion, intersectionality, internet identity, and culture. Please read my poem Remembrance and leave your precious feedback in … Continue reading Poetry feature in Little Rose Magazine-Remembrance

Dichotomy

Paradox continues life sustains seeking company and solace in a crowded room oh! the fallacy remains Striving hard to search for the eternal soulmates within a relationship of convenience the contradictions sustains Vows made out of blood and eternal bonding witness by the many the deceptions remains Blessed and pardoned by the holy grace and … Continue reading Dichotomy

Wheels of time

The wheels of time of this emerald life mounted on the memories and dragged along by our days of gore; they are dragged pushed and pulled with scraped knees and bloodied knuckles we move a little bit more You whimper cry, groan, with blood-curdling scream as these spokes dig deeper into your spine; and with … Continue reading Wheels of time

Intersection

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ― Rumi I'm looking fervently for that limestone shade those crisscrossing lines where our dreams hope desires intersects as we follow our own trajectory but still, they interject; forming a a pattern of the love and its everlasting ephemeral touch those criss-cross that weaves … Continue reading Intersection

Looking glass

I'm looking through a looking-glass The reality seems so bleak and the nightmares seem so true Pain, sadness, and anxiety  all have begun to bloom   I'm looking through the looking-glass My dreams and hopes are dwindling all the sunshine I was storing seems to be just ending   I'm looking through the looking-glass Worms of fear and … Continue reading Looking glass

Timeless place

Let's move to a timeless place where the time stops but the heart still sways where the emotions are fleeting and brimming over and flowing where the moments stop and love keeps flowing where I overcome the fear of losing you love is not stripped from me anymore I still keep pieces of my heart beating as … Continue reading Timeless place

Reading life

I'm reading life Reading between the lines on the palm Reading between the crow's-feet Reading between the corner of your smile Reading between the laughing lines Reading between the truth and the lie Reading between the heartache and the makeups Reading between the tears and the peck on the cheek I'm reading life as hard … Continue reading Reading life

Social Evils ( An Anthology)

Hello, my blogging family, As they say that "Pen is mightier than the sword" and being a poet/blogger we all know about the mesmerizing and strong impression our words can make on the lives of the people around us. On the eve of the World poetry day, I would like to wish all my bloggers/writers/poets of … Continue reading Social Evils ( An Anthology)

Wandering heart

“I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles O′ my wandering heart my lone wolf the lone survivor chasing the will o′ wisp my heart my soul wanders lost the identity in this grind I'm no atheist, no believer a mystery to mankind O′ … Continue reading Wandering heart

Tired

There are days when you are filled to the brim and have a zealous attitude towards life.Nothing seems to bring you down and you are willing to face any hurdle in your life head-on. And then there are days when everything seems to be sluggish and meaningless.Nothing lifts your kindred spirit and everything feels dull and seems everything around you seems to be losing color.You feel tired to the core and the day seems to be never-ending.The following poem encompasses that feeling.Let me know how you feel.

To begin again….

To begin again, something must end a vicious life circle and that is the trend; you are conceived as  a hope floating  as a stardust in the skies you take form as a hope and the quest for the life begins; planning your precarious life tiptoeing the mistakes and holding onto your pride the journey begins; … Continue reading To begin again….