Hey! You... The lady with the most unkempt hair Did you just brush off layers from those medallions up there? I'm talking to you.... My lady...with the most unkempt hair. Can you put aside your ladle for a little while and lend me an ear... A stolen moment... What? Don’t tell me now that the … Continue reading The Lady with the most Unkempt Hair
We never know what happens when life happens, unless it actually happens! Today we are so caught in this idea of “myself” that we gradually lose out on our “other self”. It is hard to say whether life is ready to entangle us or is it we ourselves who are willing to get entangled… … Continue reading Two Lives
An onerous soul dwells within, When autumn is pass and winter sets in, Introspecting I count my sins. Years seem a colossal mistake I lie, a lifeless body, a soul awake. But I have lived in inferno and it is too late. “Ah! Wither Faustus, Your soul can never be saved.”
The colours of life Unknown. Vintage, spring, a plethora grown. Hues and shades Brightness galore, The colours of life Yet unknown. Subtle dark A sunset glow, Ceaselessly, moments flow. Bliss and Erebus in a row, The colours of life Forever unknown.
We haven’t seen each other for months. And years too will quickly pass by. I haven’t met you… Ever since you died.
I am a dead poet and I am scared. Down below there, I see a panel of some learned friends and foes. In their minds they hold a few tools some called ‘literary device’. My verses on the table lie, They cut and pierce and wound and then lay my words to rest. Rip me … Continue reading A Dead Poet’s Woes
From the corner of my eye I looked. Trailing right behind me as I followed fate was my past. Wrapped in dirty linen and appalled mendacity. A crooked hand or two had embellished my days with a ludicrous (un) truth. I became the serenity of the ocean surface, the trepidations beneath unseen and … Continue reading I Still Love My Haunting Past