Was often asked to sit straight and keep quiet To them my opinions were not mandatory and must not cross their trajectory So once I tried to be ostrich like laying low with mouth tight All the dangers averted kept my head into the sand inserted But eyes caught something inside... Continue Reading →
Wee hours of the day flowers already on display Hands threading garlands of flowers eyes looking for potential buyers Dreaming of warmth called home it occurred, she forgot to comb The only employee and the only boss couldn't incure such a loss The peak selling time would last until the clock... Continue Reading →
You can't clap with one hand for how hard you may try and bend An eye will render you a view half and without crease is there a laugh? What will a lock do without its key a single shoe can't let you flee Paint has the necessity of brush to make... Continue Reading →
What is a failure today shall be a wisdom tomorrow tunes of joy will end the stories sorrow What is now a distant dream shall come true with teary stream What is left unsaid and unheard today will cross hurdles and find its way Heartaches fogging up the mind too shall be... Continue Reading →
There is a market huge for class elite narrating stories of their climb to fame through the stairs of plight And that is fair enough 'cause all are not gifted with life rough and tough But is there a market that has a story by the weavers of carpet Stories of those who... Continue Reading →
My nation looks like an evening smoke rising from the corn on the cob They stole the bread from the poor's bowl and played a game foul I know it has taken a lot of toll to win that election poll It must have taken a certain level of expertise to snatch... Continue Reading →
The poem aims at drawing light on the absurd definition of success and how deeply we have inculcated these beliefs in our life.
Can we imagine a world where there is no such thing as "writing"? Obviously No. Human development integrates writing as one of the fundamental skills. That is why the next thing a child is made to learn after verbal skill is writing. It is due to all the written records and accounts of the travellers, philosophers and thinkers that we could interrogate, improve and evolve. I wonder if there exists something as satisfying as the sound of nib scratching on paper.