Concrete Eyes

( What follows was written after 16th of December, 2012. Nirbhaya. Fearless. ) Shall you rise to the Dawn of Fall Or let it sweep you in your sleep? I wonder if the Fall shall break your sleep and awaken your concrete eyes to the dream of deception you weaved for want of burying your…

For One I Never May Know

I know not your name But you remind me of violets On the green meadows where the forest Preserves a refuge for leopards to bask. If ever our paths were to meet, I would take you there to see The seamless silver clouds below The silhouettes of deer upon the cliffs. And if apart we…

Me

What separates loneliness from solitude? Or silence from peace? Death from life? Perhaps, me.

Death and Rants

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings to fly. Won’t you let me fly then , my sweet love? I watched a butterfly soaring in the sun among the roses in your garden with colors as lovely as the dreams we saw together. The butterfly, my love, thrives on the nectar of…

Pretending

Let us pretend that we are wiser now Than we once were. An age where we raised castles of sand And giggled as the sun set on our days. Now, wiser with time and impassioned with skill, We build our world on a hill of waste That fumes of our toxic apathy To the wails…

On Visiting the Oak Again

Nestled dreary in oaken boughs a thrush lay dreaming berries wild, Proud of life lived to the brim, That sweet slumber of the innocent mind. There sat we ‘neath the humble home In youth with all its fears and hopes, Passion’s inferno, gentle furore; And carelessness of tipsy souls Inebriant on spirits poured From heart…

How Blue is my Sapphire

  A million people pour into the city like herds of cattle everyday. Each branded with scars too deep to hide. Pain, anger and dismal gloom abound and procreate wantonly. Men, women and children lie buried under the debris of waste and apathy. A million people pour in to bury a dying million. It would…

Man Beneath The Stars

Under the skies, Invisible in the night; Upon the grass with creatures kind, I sup and see Fireflies for lamps; Awake, I lie. I dream in insomnia of Stars on a chess board of life. The pawn is lost to save the queen, Falling inevitably upon indignation – Fireworks for mankind; Awake, I sleep. When…

Buddha Speaks

Aloft upon the wings of a cherubim, I saw Beauty and I saw Hate; I questioned its purpose and He said, “Thy need to Wonder, my Will to Amaze”.

The boy

I made that journey everyday. Inevitable as our constant heading towards entropy, I would board off the metro at its last station and take the escalator that brought me directly to the exit gate. This gate hardly served any purpose. The commotion inside matched the madness outside. Endless queues of automobiles ran haphazard with an…