Literature

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…

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 …

He was tall, dark and handsome. But that’s not what made me see him. What attracted me to him was his silence. So quiet. Only his eyes did the talking…if ever there was any talking to be done. But never to me. Oh! How I longed to talk to…

When I look back now, I realize exactly where I stood. Pretty much between the devil and the deep blue sea. Getting away wasn’t easy. Making the choice broke me. But I did it anyway. It was the winter of my tenth standard. Cold winds…

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…

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…

As we thus sit here At the confluence Watching these two rivers Flowing into and Out of each other, Will you not let me say How exactly I feel by your side? Hanging next to you Is like being an aerial root Of an old banyan Not seeking the…

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…

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…

And we realize everything is the same but yet different I think of the life counseling ‘spider’ gave to ‘suicidal fly’“There are a thousand places we won’t visitMany things we will not knowA lot of faces we won’t seeMyriad emotions we…