Letterbox

For it has been 253 days now,My letterbox lies emptyI still am being optimisticWhen butterflies would run across my stomachWhen would I get remembered certainly?The postman comes once in a whileringing his cycle's bell"Finally I am

Pink and White

Those glimmering feathers Of pink and white Sailing in happiness over the sky Like a ray of hope In spite of the drooping day Is how they frame an effigy! They share an invisible bond The wind so lazy

Racism

For the heavens call for usSalvation is the songsame mother, same originShould they sing for usIn the open beam of lightOver the boundless blue skyFrom where we belongIs our mother's lap, so divineThe colossal ball of burning lightThat

Not the same as I do

I don’t know ifThe way I look at the skyIs the same way you look at itI run across the lusty fieldsKissing the peachy skyI lay on the rusty hayTo look at the twittering birds up highI dip my fingers to ripple the waterWhile the kites start

Secrets of the Night

Sometimes when I have nothingThen I have those lonely nights with meSometimes when there is no one aroundI have the moon to talk to meSometimes when I have no one to talk toThen the darkness feels my agonySometimes when there is no one to

My Farewell Note

The ticking clockAnd the beating heartIn the most redundant hallucinationInto the world of unknownWhich has my only knownTime sways byAnd my heart sheaths inmemories fill inInto droplets that tickleDown the bottleneck Hazy lines I

This too shall Pass

Time passesAs the brook flows byMere things change so rapidlyAs days change so frequentlyMany raindrops have fallenSo many sunsets have been stolenOf lost smiles and gigglesBuried are they half feet downCovered with withered dull

‘Modon da’ & Corona

It has been since months now that the entire world has been battling with an invisible enemy which has spread its venom and dragged all of us down to a jeopardizing dark pit-hole for us to live like mice. It has literally engulfed the