Poetry

Heard a student going to school, He then came back, saying “Now tuition” A man came, taught something, And I wondered, “What’s this?” Now, he’s a big businessman, they say, He’s going here and there, and everywhere, It’s how he earns money, they say, And I wondered, “What’s this?” He’s bold now, aged and weak, […]

Do you ever wonder how  Life is all but a tapestry of things we love While also one of the things we don’t love  This tug-of-war within our souls Lies a clash where we find our way Where the contradictions shape our stay. Where truths and lies blur the lines, Life is a puzzle of

My absence didn’t mean anything to you, because  My presence had no sense over you. Guess my jokes, laughs, the comfort I offered Were no good to you. I canceled my plans, gave up my time just to make sure, You were all right. You see, lately, I’ve been losing my mind, A war in

When people are young, Love is like ice- cream, They think it’s so sweet, “Love” is the whole world to them. When people get married, They feel how burdensome a family life is, Resent each other, fights begin, “Freedom” is the whole world to them. Now, they’re old, weak and have nothing, Left alone by

Something I continuously seek,Forever and ever…Were the words “happiness” and “smiles.” Was it hard? Of course, it’s not.It’s just the world that makes it complicated.Was I feeling too much? Is smiling every day a crime?Called “abnormal” by a few,Yet I want to be that person,Continuously seeking happiness and smiles. Be it people or things,The tiniest

Nothing would potentially grow there, they said Nothing more than rock-hard earth,  Swallowed whole by stone. Yet look between the open cracks agape,  A flimsy, dainty petal or two Daring the unforgiving ground, to rise above.  No soft embrace of gentle soil, Haggard stone and hardened blocks of concrete. Yet they rise, Bravely, Audaciously,  Defying

It’s strange but familiar,  A glance that reflects a universe.  Shards of memory pierce the heart,  A momentum of an incomplete story,  Yet seeks for Its symphony…..  Helpless in the hands of fate,  My heart stopped for a moment,  Buried deep inside the dungeon of my mind,  A rapport that could never be forgotten,  Even if

I am from the black-dotted brown sofa,  From the living room in my home, years ago  And the cool off-white tiles on the floor.  I am from the rose vein in my backyard,  Whose petals were soft and pink as butterfly wings.  I am from the two bangles,  Which both of my grandmas gifted me. 

Hold your breath and drown  Breath, burn your throat down  In your eyes, a scenic body of water fight  Burning cold brings a haze of midnight  Surrounded by family and water springs   You bathed yourself off the childhood sins  Stared at the moonlit graveyard right behind  Listened to Appacchi with his eyes kind  All-knowing wisdom

Those almond eyes, Painted on a tan canvas, Looking at me, Affectionately whispering, “Can we be friends?” Pleading and meowing, Staring at my eyes, This little kittenish one, Covered with whiskers, Asking with those big eyes. Whispering and arguing, Me in a cloudy land, Console myself, “No, not this time!” But Those Big Eyes… By